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It's A Win

By: Svenskaflicka



Father Jennings frowned as he looked at the young boy sitting on the other side of his desk. Eli was a skinny boy with a chiseled features in his face and hands. The pale face had hollowed-out-checks, and the huge, dark, beautiful eyes had dark rings under them. Eli looked nervously here and there, and kept biting his chewed-down fingernails. You didn't need to be Freud to tell that there was something seriously wrong with young Eli.

"I've watched you in my class," said father Jennings. "And I've seen you in the hallways and in the library. You don't look very well, Eli. What's wrong?"

"I have problem sleeping," said Eli.

"Why is that?" said father Jennings. "Are you nervous about something?"

Eli nodded.

"Won't you tell me?" the young priest asked him kindly.

Eli shook his head.

"It's too horrible," he said.

"Perhaps I can help you?" said father Jennings.

"No!" said Eli. "No-one can help me!"

His shoulders drooped miserly.

"I wish I had never been born!" he said.

"Now, now..." said father Jennings. "What is troubling you this much?"

"I've done something terrible," said Eli. "Something sinful and WRONG! I'm afraid to go to confession, because if anyone finds out, I'm sure I'll be expelled from school!"

"Eli, haven't you read your bible?" said father Jennings. "Whatever sins we commit, God forgives us. He loves us. If he can forgive you, why wouldn't the school forgive you? Now... do you want to confess your sins to me?"

Eli hesitated, then nodded rapidly.

"Bless me father, for I have sinned," he mumbled.

"Tell me about your sin," said father Jennings.

Eli took a deep breath.

"It began about 3 months ago," he began. "I... I fell in love with someone."

Father Jennings raised his eye-brows. The boys at St. Paul's school for boys didn't leave the school grounds very often, other than when they went home for holidays or went on a guided trip to some landmark, and at the latter they were heavily guarded by one or two extra priests. When had young Eli had the chance to sneak off to meet a girl to fall in love with?

"I haven't been able to eat or sleep," said Eli. "I have just been thinking about... this person. All the time. In class... at night... And then, last Thursday..."

He took another deep breath to calm himself down.

"What happened last Thursday, Eli?" said father Jennings.

"I was in my bed..." said Eli. The others had fallen asleep. I kept thinking about this person that I'm in love with, and I thought about what I'd like to do with... with this person."

Eli blushed, and couldn't get another word out.

"Did you want to... make love to this girl?" said father Jennings.

Eli nodded.

"And did you... do anything, with your hands, while you were thinking about this?" said father Jennings.

Eli nodded, and the young priest saw tears forcing themselves out of the young boy's eyes. He got to his feet and walked around the desk. He sat down on the desk, and put a hand on Eli's shoulder.

"These feelings are quite normal," he said. "You are 18, you're leaving your childhood behind you and becoming a man. There's nothing wrong about a young man developing an interest in young women!"

Eli sighed hopelessly.

"Though, the church does believe it better to save oneself for marriage," father Jennings continued. "Next time you feel... in a loving mood, perhaps you could distract yourself by reading, or...

"You don't understand, father!" Eli interrupted him, hiding his face in his hands. "It's not..."

"It's not... what, Eli?" said father Jennings.

"It's not a woman," said Eli.

He burst into tears, and father Jennings impulsively pulled the boy into his arms, and held him until he stopped crying.

"The catholic church frowns upon homosexuality," said father Jennings quietly into Eli's hair. "As does the society in large. I, on the other hand, believe that God loves us no matter what we do or whom we love. God is kind and wants us to be happy. I don't think that he would give us the ability to love someone of our own gender, if he thought it was wrong."

Eli looked up at him, with a faint hope in his face.

"You really think so?" he asked.

Father Jennings nodded.

"That's what I comforted myself with during my youth," he said.

"What... do you mean?" said Eli.

Father Jennings leaned back and smiled at him.

"I'm gay, too, Eli," he said.

The boy dropped his chin, a gesture that would make any other boy look stupid, but Eli only looked even more attractive with his mouth open.

"I've never told anyone," said father Jennings. "When I was young, I was afraid of being ridiculed... or hated. Perhaps I was a coward, but one of the reasons why I became a priest in the first place was that as a priest, no-one would ask why I hadn't married. But I also chose my profession because I really wanted to be a priest."

"I don't think I'd make a very good priest," said Eli.

"Don't worry," said father Jennings. "I wasn't suggesting a career move for you. I was just telling you my own experiences. Look. You are a young man, and you're surrounded by only men. You'll be graduating soon. then you can go to a co-ed university and meet girls, and then you'll see if you really are gay, or if it's just a phase you're going through. There's plenty of time for you to decide what to do."

Eli smiled carefully, and his body seemed to relax.

"Now, about this boy that you have a crush on..." said father Jennings. "I would suggest that you'd be very careful. Even if you would find out that he's also gay..."

"He IS gay, I know it!" said Eli. "He... told me so."

Something in the way Eli looked away and wouldn't meet his eyes, made father Jennings ask:

"Who is he?"

"You," Eli mumbled.

Father Jennings sat quiet for a moment, then he put a hand under the boy's chin, and forced him to look up at him.

"I'm very fond of you, Eli," he said. "And I must admit that I find you attractive. But I'm not IN LOVE with you. Do you understand the difference?"

Eli nodded.

"It would be very dangerous for me to have one of my pupils as my lover," said father Jennings. "If ANYONE found out about it, I'd loose my job."

"I wouldn't tell!" said Eli.

"Eli, dear boy, do you understand what you're saying?" said father Jennings. "I've told you that I don't love you the way you love me – are you sure you'd like to be in a relationship based on lust and not love?"

"Do you?" said Eli.

Father Jennings had the decency to look embarrassed.

"I know it doesn't rhyme well with my words about chastity and the sanctity of marriage," he said. "But I'm not just a priest, I'm also a man. A gay man. I can never marry. All I can have is a few moments of happiness. I haven't had a boyfriend for two years. I miss it. I miss the touching, the intimacy, the love making... And I do find you attractive. I just don't want to take advantage of you... make your first time something cheap and sleazy."

"You won't," said Eli. "It doesn't matter if it's just sex. Just as long as I get to touch you."

Father Jennings leaned over and kissed the boy. Eli put his arms around him, and the priest deepened the kiss, parted Eli's lips, and played with his tongue.

Eli pulled his hands through father Jennings blond hair, and the priest stroke the boy's skinny, bony back. He gently broke this kiss.

"This is not a very romantic place for making love," he said.

"I don't care!" said Eli. "At least we'll be alone!"

"Are you sure you want this?" said father Jennings.

"Yes!" said Eli. "I've been dreaming about this for 3 months!"

Father Jennings got up and lead Eli over to the sofa in the corner of the office. He sat the boy down and kissed him again. Eli's hands eagerly explored his lover's body. Father Jennings unbuttoned the boy's shirt and took it off him. Eli's body was thin but hard, and father Jennings caressed the smooth, hairless chest, and rubbed his fingertips over the boy's nipples, causing him to moan. Eli's hands trembled as he clumsily unbuttoned the black robe that the priest was wearing. 

Father Jennings helped him, and soon they were both sitting without their shirts on, touching and caressing each other. Eli was amazed to see that the older man had such a lean, muscular body. He buried his blushing face in the blond, curly chest hair, and inhaled the scent of another man.

He found the hard nipples and licked them, sucked on them like a baby, and felt very proud when he heard that his actions caused father Jennings' breathing to grow heavier.

"That feels good," he mumbled.

"I want to suck you," said Eli.

Father Jennings grinned wickedly, which made him look even younger than his 30-something years. 

"I can't say no to such an offer," he said, and opened his trousers. 

He lifted his ass off the sofa and pulled off both his trousers and his underwear. Eli gasped as the teacher's long, fat, hard cock jumped and smacked against the flat, hard stomach.

"It's so BIG!" he said.

"No..." said father Jennings. "It's quite normal."

"It's bigger than mine!" said Eli.

"You're young," said father Jennings. "You'll grow."

Eli bent down and took father Jennings' cock in his hand. He admired the length, the girth, the dark skin, the throbbing veins, the curls at the base, and the big, round, pink head that appeared when he carefully pulled the foreskin down. He licked the head, kissed it, put it in his mouth and sucked on it, and bobbed his head up and down the shaft. He was inexperienced, but father Jennings hadn't had a blowjob in two years, and enjoyed the boy's clumsy attempts all the same.

Eli took as much of father Jennings' cock as he could in his mouth. He tried to get it all in, but gagged after two thirds, and had to give up.

"Take it easy," said father Jennings. "You don't have to take it all."

"But I want to!" said Eli.

"In time," said father Jennings, and caressed his young lover's hair. "You'll learn how to do it, you just need a little practise. Now, come here, and let me show you!"

He unbuttoned Eli's trousers, and the boy stripped in record speed.

"Lean back," said father Jennings, and laid Eli down on the sofa.

He positioned himself between the boy's legs, bent down, and let the slim, hard dick glide into his mouth. He relaxed his throat and took it all the way in. He drowned the slim poker in his warm, wet mouth, sucked in his cheeks, and moved his head up and down in smooth, flowing movements.

"Oh!" Eli panted. "Oh! Father Jennings, I... I... Ooooh!"

His body tensed up, and he shot his load into father Jennings' mouth. The priest swallowed every stream of sperm, and sucked every last drop out of the boy's cock. He let it drop limp on Eli's stomach, and looked up at him.

"I'm sorry," said Eli. "I couldn't keep it in any longer."

"It's all right," said father Jennings calmingly. "So you liked that?"

"Oh, YES!" said Eli, with a happy smile. "It was great!"

"Well, let's see what you think about this, then," said father Jennings, and moved his mouth down to Eli's small, round balls.

He sucked them into his mouth and licked them, teased them with his tongue, and Eli arched his back violently.

"Oh!" he cried. "Oh, my! Father Jennings, that feels so gooooood! Ooooh..."

Father Jennings smiled, and moved further down. His fingers parted Eli's asscheeks, and his tongue circled around the rim of his asshole. Eli moaned in ecstasy.

"Do you like it?" said father Jennings, and felt the boy tremble when his hot breath hit the boy's balls.

"Yes!" said Eli. "I love it! Oh, please..."

Father Jennings licked his asshole, teased it with the tip of his tongue, put a finger in his mouth to wet it, and then slowly, carefully, penetrated Eli's virgin ass with it. The boy tensed up at this unfamiliar intrusion.

"Relax," said father Jennings. "It's just my hand. I've got a lot more than this to give you."

Eli took a few deep breaths, and the grip loosened around father Jennings' finger. He moved it in and out, took it out, licked on another finger, and put two wet fingers into Eli's ass, poking gently but persistently.

Eli tossed his head from side to side, moaning, and licking his lips. His chest was blushing with excitement.

"How does it feel?" asked father Jennings.

"It feels good," Eli whispered. "I want more."

"Do you want me to come inside you?" said father Jennings teasingly.

"Yes!" said Eli. "Please... I need it. I want it."

"What do you want?" said father Jennings.

"Your cock..." said Eli. I want your cock! Please... please, fuck me!"

Father Jennings parted the boy's legs and lifted them up, giving himself better access to the tiny asshole under him. He spit in his hand and lubed his cock with the saliva, before he put it against the entrance.

"This is much bigger than a finger," he said. "You have to relax and let me in, or it's gonna hurt."

"OK," said Eli. "I'll try."

He gasped for breath when his teacher pushed the big cock into him, and forced himself to relax his muscles as father Jennings kept pushing into his tight rectum. The pain put tears in his eyes, but he also felt so incredibly horny that he put his hands around his lover's firm butt, and pulled him the last inch in. Father Jennings laid still for a moment, buried to the base in his pupil's ass, keeping back the urge to slam his cock in and out of the hot, tight ass. This was Eli's first time. He wanted to let the boy get used to having a cock up his ass. 

When Eli relaxed, father Jennings fucked him slowly, and enjoyed seeing the motions in the boy's beautiful face. 

"Oh, it's so good!" Eli panted. "Gosh, you're big!"

"Your ass is nice and tight," whispered father Jennings. "It feels great fucking it. I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"Nah..." said Eli. "Just a little... but it feels good! Please, go faster! Fuck me hard!"

Eli's hands squeezed father Jennings' butt, felt the muscles move under his hands, as the man picked up the speed. Pretty soon he was ramming himself into the no longer virgin ass, just like he wanted. The boy grunted for each thrust, and moved one hand to jerk off his cock, that had grown hard again. When father Jennings hit a certain spot inside of him, Eli groaned loudly, and his cock exploded in his hand, sending waves of semen over his chest.

"I'm going to cum," whispered father Jennings. Do you want it inside your ass – or in your mouth?

"In my mouth!" said Eli.

Father Jennings pulled out, and jerked off in front of Eli's face.

"Open up, here it comes!" he ordered, and grabbed Eli's head.

Eli opened his mouth, and his teacher pushed his cock inside of it, letting a flow of sperm down his throat. Eli swallowed the first jet, but the second ran out of his mouth and dripped down on his thigh. Father Jennings held him in a tight grip, milking out every drop inside the young, rosy mouth, groaning and grunting. When he was done, he wiped Eli's mouth softly, and kissed him.

"You were wonderful," he said.

Eli wrapped his arms around father Jennings and pulled him down next to himself.

"We're gonna have to be very careful, Eli," father Jennings warned him. "No flirting in public. And you mustn't visit my private bedroom. This is the only place where we can meet, and we mustn't do that too often, either, or people will be suspicious."

"So you want to do this with me again?" said Eli, happily cuddling up against the older man.

Father Jennings kissed the sweet mouth.

"You bet," he said.

It's a Wonderful Day



The ships in the harbour danced in the tropical heat.

She was looking at them through the narrow slit in the dungeon wall, wishing she could sail away on one of them. A heavy chain leading to her shackles declared it highly unlikely. A key rattled in the lock of the dungeon door. She hoped and prayed it was him. Tommy burst through the door and Michelle cried with relief. His bulging arms grabbed her chain and he snapped it like a twig. She was free at last. They embraced passionately their lips entangled. His long blonde hair glistened in dim light, brighter than anything else in the dungeon. It got brighter and brighter until the whiteness enveloped the whole room. Then he was gone.

Michelle lay back on her bed, tears rolling down her cheeks. She had been dreaming of Tommy again; that very dream she'd had before. But, Tommy was never coming back to rescue her. 

Six months before, Tommy had been riding his motorcycle in a road race when his bike left the road, smashing into a wall. Michelle was there at his bedside when they turned off the life support machine, after only a few hours. The doctors said it amazing that he had even survived that long. He and Michelle were supposed to be married that summer. 

Wiping the tears from her face, she sat up in bed and tried to figure out what it all meant, for she believed that dreams meant something. Opening the drawer of her bedside locker, Rosemary Ellen Guiley's Encyclopaedia of Dreams was the first book at hand. She perused the book, unsuccessfully looking for elements of her dream among the well thumbed pages. Finding nothing, she threw the book to the floor and pulled the duvet over her head, the quilt soaking up more of her tears. Then, it came to her what it all meant.

The shackles in the dream represented her grief filled life. She had become withdrawn since Tommy's death; unable to escape her own sadness. She knew that she had to have him back. If it were impossible to bring him back, then she must go to him, for Michelle believed in an afterlife- a paradise where lovers were reunited. Michelle knew what she had to do. To be with Tommy, she had to end her own life.

Michelle Casey was twenty two and unremarkable; good looking, but not strikingly so. Her long brown hair complemented the graceful, slender figure. Long legs didn't just give the illusion of height, she was genuinely tall. Growing up, her choice of dark clothes led many to believe she was of the Gothic persuasion. That was not so. She was just an ordinary girl, who, like so many others, felt that black was the only colour classy enough to be seen in. Michelle really wasn't all that special.

When she smiled though, that was a different story. Michelle didn't smile often, but when she did, it was a smile that could drive any man crazy. With that smile, they were in her power. It's rarity made it all the more alluring. 

Tommy, like her, was born and bred San Franciscan. They met at college where she was studying Computer Science and he, Psychology. He was her first and only love and they wanted to be together forever. They scraped together enough money for a deposit on a dingy apartment in the Mission District. It wasn't big, but it was theirs. They were utterly devoted to each other. He took pleasure in her smile and she adored his sparkling, happy go-lucky manner. 

One May afternoon, everything changed. Michelle went to watch him race his bike at a road race up in Washington State. She saw the whole accident. The images would never leave her. Her one true love had been taken from her forever. In his memory, Michelle had worn black every day since his passing. Whenever she thought of him, she felt the pricking of tears in her eyes. All her friends said that she'd changed and that since the accident she had become relentlessly melancholic. This drove some people away, but her true friends stuck by her and would be there for her, no matter what.

Michelle quickly threw on some clothes and walked the few hundred yards down to the local hardware store. She bought a length of stout rope and went back home. Most days, she felt like wearing make-up was a waste of time, but today, she thought as she deftly applied her austere mascara, was different; today it was worth it. With a fluttering in her stomach, she slipped into the black dress that she hadn't worn since her prom. It was simple, but elegant.

Sitting on the bed, Michelle wound and tied rope into an effective hangman's noose, according to the book about knots at her side. She took a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs from her bedroom drawer, knowing that she would probably struggle to escape from death's iron grasp. This was something she had to follow through with. Tommy had bought them for her as a joke, but they'd seen plenty of use in the bedroom.

The shower rail seemed strong enough, she thought. Standing on the edge of the bath, she tied one end of the rope tightly around the rail. After putting the noose over her head, she lifted her hair out of the way and tightened it. The handcuffs clicked behind her back and Michelle was ready to make the leap into the next life. 

It was a big decision. She was nervous and standing there, began to tremble. With eyes shut tightly, Michelle stepped off the edge of the bath and felt the rope grip her neck sharply. 

What happened next would have been comical had it not happened in such tragic circumstances. It turned out that the shower rail hadn't been nearly strong enough. When Michelle stepped off the bath, it collapsed almost instantly under her weight. Now, she lay in a heap on the floor, shaking and sore, but quite alive.

She could have done it another way, but hanging was the only death she had ever imagined for herself. The idea of the electric chair was appealing. In those few brief moments between when the guard threw the switch and her passing out, she would feel more alive than she ever had, or ever would. It played it out in her mind a hundred times. To be shot on a misty morning, like a femme fatale spy was another ending she would have adored. Michelle never saw herself going out quietly. In order for her to do it right, she would have to hire someone to do it for her. 

Wearing a turtleneck sweater to cover her bruised, chafed neck, Michelle sat in a quiet corner of a café near her apartment, waiting on her sister Elaine to arrive. Elaine was nearly forty. In a sense, she had been Michelle's mentor, teaching her the ways of the world. Like Tommy, Elaine's husband had met an untimely end. She hired a contract killer to take care of her husband, so she could collect a huge life insurance policy. He was a consummate professional, not leaving any incriminating evidence. Elaine collected her money and, the next day, she had a new Mercedes.

This all happened around a year ago. Elaine was never even suspect in the shooting of her husband, such was the skill of the hitman. She never told a soul about her involvement in the affair. Except of course Michelle; It was their shared secret.

Michelle saw a Mercedes convertible pull up in front of the café. Tossing her chestnut brown hair Elaine stepped out of the car. 

"Wow, this place is great! How'd you find it?" asked Elaine in her usual absent minded manner. 

"I live like a block away."

"Of course you do dear. How could I forget that?" replied Elaine incredulously. 

"Never mind anyway, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Remember you hired a guy to take care of a little problem of yours?" asked Michelle in a hushed voice, leaning over towards Elaine as she spoke. They were both on the same wavelength.

"Sure, why?"

"Can I get his number from you?" 

"You need someone taken care of? Who is it?"

"I'll tell you when the job is done."

"See, I can't give you his number. The way he works is, I call him and then he calls you and arranges to meet you at a location of his choosing. These guys have to be careful."

"Can you call him for me? Ask if we can meet up."

"No problem, I'll go home and call him now."

"Thanks Elaine, you're a big help."

"No problem kiddo. By the way, his name is Gene."

Michelle sat at home watching the evening news. Her phone rang and she picked it up. It was Gene. He told her to meet him in the café down the street in twenty minutes.

Gene was waiting in the café for her. There weren't many people around at this time of night. She saw a handsome man, in his mid thirties sitting over an empty coffee cup. It was the image she'd always had of a hitman- good looking but non-descript, short brown hair and a strong jaw line. He fitted the description perfectly.

"You're the guy, right?" she asked him.

"I'm a guy. As to whether I'm the guy, it depends on who's asking."

"I'm Michelle."

"Ah. Then I think I'm the guy."

"Want another coffee?" Gene smiled with gratitude.

"Why thank you! That's very sweet of you. I'm Gene by the way."

Michelle returned after ordering the coffee. They sat and made small talk while the waitress delivered two espressos. When she left, Gene spoke. 

"I understand you require my services in solving a problem, if you'll forgive the euphemism. So, if you'll give me the who, where, when and how, we'll discuss the finer details."

"I notice you don't require a why."

"It helps if I don't know. I don't like to let emotions get in the way of a job. So, continue."

"The where, when and how don't matter to me. It's the who."

"Oh yes? Who is the who?" he asked curiously.

"It's me." Gene was silent for a moment.

"Okaaay." he said, "How would you like the job done?"

"However you see fit. I was thinking execution style shooting in my apartment."

"I see." he said gravely. "When?"

"As soon as you can. How about tonight?"

"No." he replied bluntly

"When then?"

"You're making a very serious decision. It's not simply a matter of changing your mind the day after. Death, if you'll pardon the expression, is for life. I'm going to give you my card. I want you to call me back in a month, when you've had time to think this over. If you still want to go ahead with it, I'll do it. Thanks for the coffee." The suave hitman stood up and left the café. He felt a crisis of conscience brewing. Maybe it was something more. 

Ever since Gene Trenton was a kid, he'd wanted to be a doctor. One night in 1990, that all changed. His medical school roommate, Chris Donahue was a small time dope dealer with delusions of grandeur. A deal was going down in a dark alley beside a bar. Something must have happened to make the deal go bad, because in a split second, Donahue had shot one of the guys. The other- the only one that could have identified the shooter managed to run away. 

Chris Donahue wasn't the kind of guy that would survive in prison. The only way to avoid the pen was to silence the fugitive. He wasn't cut out for dirty work either. Waking his sleeping roommate at two in the morning, he told Gene the whole story. He said there was ten grand in it if Gene would track down the escaped witness and finish him. Donahue had a rich father.

Gene was completely strapped for cash. Here was an opportunity to pay off some debts and maybe have a little left over for himself. He knew everyone's haunts. It wasn't long before he had tracked down his man. After following him to the bathroom at a club, he took a kitchen knife and slit the guy's throat from behind as he was taking a piss. The first time killer got out of there as fast as he could, shaking visibly . He was a rookie and he'd made rookie mistakes, but he would learn in time. No one was ever arrested for the murder of the guy in the bathroom. It seemed an easy ten grand.

Word must have gotten round through Donahue that Gene was the man to go to if you wanted someone taken out of the picture, because within a month, he had an offer of twenty grand from a lady who wanted her lover's wife dead. It wasn't long before Gene realised that there was more money in taking life than there was in saving it. He dropped out of medical school and invested his money in schemes abroad. It made him a very nice living and, as far as the anyone knew, it was all completely above board.

He separated his professional and his private life well. No one could ever guess upon meeting him that Gene was a hitman. He was the sort that at first seems cold and aloof. Once people got to know him though, they discovered his warm side. Everyone that knew Gene liked him. He was funny and a good listener. In short, he was the kind of guy you wanted to be friends with. 

Gene was distracted by his earlier meeting with Michelle, as he sat at home in his Marin Highlands home watching an old movie. He wasn't married. It didn't help to be tied down in his business. All the women that he loved had were beautiful and passionate, yet each one was merely a one night fixation.

Not since the very first kill had he felt bad about a job. He thought Michelle beautiful, yet he felt somehow protective of her. The mere image of shooting her, made Gene feel sad and angry at himself. Yet, he was a contract killer and he couldn't let feelings get in the way of his work.

But killing Michelle was not yet his work. Maybe, in a month or so it would be. He felt pity and sorrow for the girl that saw no other way to escape from her problems; a pity and sorrow that he had never felt for anyone before. Unless something happened in the meantime, this girl would come back and ask this man to end her life - a fact that made Gene wonder if there was anything he could do to stop her. Maybe if he showed her that there was still beauty and joy in life, it would make her want to live on. If he could show her that there was someone that loved her, maybe she would love back. He picked up the phone and called her.

"Is this Michelle?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"It's Gene." 

"Oh. Have you revised your plans? Can you do the job sooner? Oh, we never spoke about cost, did we?"

"Eh, no. I wasn't calling about that. I still won't do the job for a month. Look, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to meet me tomorrow. We can go down to Carmel, have lunch maybe?"

"I hired you to kill me, not date me."

"I know, but I did give you a month to think about it." 

"And?"

"Between now and then I'm just an ordinary guy trying to seduce a girl to have lunch with him. When the time comes, I'll be the professional. Besides, I think I felt a real chemistry between us."

"Oh you did, did you?" said Michelle smiling on her end of the phone. "Sure. Why not? What's the worst that can happen?"

"Excellent. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning about ten."

"I can't wait." she said with a touch of sarcasm.

Gene rang Michelle's doorbell, just before ten.

"Good morning." he said as she opened the door.

"Wow! Nice car," she exclaimed, seeing Gene's red roadster. "What is it?"

"It's a Jaguar XKE. You like it?"

"I love it. Look at it; it's beautiful."

"I'm glad you think so. It's something of a hobby of mine. Will we go?"

The sensuous curves of the roadster glistened in the sun as they took the Cabrillo Highway south towards Carmel. The straight six engine purred beneath the hood that seemed to go on forever. All the while, Gene and Michelle sat back, the wind ruffling their hair and they talked about everything except business. 

Just north of Monterey, they branched off the highway and took the seventeen mile drive along the coast road. The sea crashed gently on the rocks and beaches below and Michelle was enamoured with the gorgeous vistas over the ocean. Gene took the tight corners vigorously which gave them both a visceral thrill as the back end stepped out just a little. They passed by golf courses and mansions as they wound their way closer and closer to Carmel By The Sea. 

Eating lunch in a small expensive restaurant near the beach in Carmel, Gene tried fruitlessly to persuade Michelle to have oysters. He even reminded her that he was paying. In the end, they both had lobster. Over a glass of wine, Michelle gazed across the table at Gene, wondering if there really was a chemistry between them. He certainly made her happy and she enjoyed being around him. Her thoughts invariably came back to Tommy. Surely no one could make her as happy as he could. She'd probably just be grateful to Gene for the good time he showed her.

"A friend of mine has a place around here. I told her we'd drop in. Do you mind?" he asked her.

"Not at all. Who is she?"

"Her name is Jane. I've something to ask you Michelle."

"Shoot."

"Would you be willing to hand over total control to me for a little while?"

"How do you mean?"

"Would you do everything I asked and let me do anything I wanted to you?" Michelle mulled the thought over. She thought of her impending demise and knew that it couldn't hurt to let Gene take control of her, for one last little while. She never thought that he could hurt her, only give her love and tenderness. Besides, she was tired of making her own decisions. She had even chosen the restaurant. It would be a nice change to be dominated, however he might do it. 

"Sure, I'll let you." 

Gene drove to a mansion on the outskirts of town. Arriving at a pair of tall electric gates, he stepped out and spoke into the intercom on the wall. The gates parted and the car sped up the drive, arriving at a mock Georgian manor. A blonde girl of no more than twenty opened the large, heavy front door. Her lips were scarlet, her hair platinum blonde. She was dressed in a French maid's outfit. Gene knew the girl well. He had been attending Lady Jane's dungeon every month for a couple of years now. Lady Jane took genuine pleasure in dominating him for he was prepared to do anything she wished. She loved to inflict pain on his toned, muscular body, knowing that with each electric shock, each slap in the face, she brought joy to her favourite client. It was one more of Gene's hobbies. 

"Good afternoon Mr. Trenton."

"Hello Sadie!" He gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Lady Jane isn't here today. One of her clients from LA called her and said there was a helicopter on it's way to pick her up. Apparently she's needed."

"Of course. I understand."

"But she did say you know what to do; that you called ahead. I left the dungeon unlocked. Would you and your friend like a drink before starting?"

"No, thank you Sadie. Could you show us to the dungeon?"

The dungeon was a warm, dim, comfortable room on the second floor. This was Lady Jane's "office". The room was comfortingly familiar to Gene. Today though, she had given him free reign to do as he wished. A fire usually burned in the fireplace in winter, but this was summer and it was too hot for a fire. Various items of pleasure and pain sat all around the floor- spanking benches, St. Andrew's Crosses and a chair with all kinds of restraints attached. Chains hung from the high ceiling, each serving as many purposes as the imagination could conceive.

"Now, remember you said that you'd do anything I said?" Gene asked, "I want you to get naked while I fetch a couple of things." Michelle obeyed unquestioningly. She felt turned on at the thought of what Gene might be about to do. Would he deliver the final coup de grace now? She let the red dress fall to the floor at her feet and her underwear soon followed. When he returned from the little room to the side of the dungeon, he too was naked. He placed a blindfold over her eyes and tied it at the back. Suddenly, all her senses were sharpened.

"Trust me" he whispered and then nibbled gently on her earlobe. She felt a leather collar being fastened around her neck, tightly but not uncomfortably so. She was all his to do whatever he wanted with her. Putting his finger through the ring at the front of the collar, he coaxed her over to one of the spanking benches. He told her to kneel.




It's a Wonderful Day



Michelle knelt on two soft pads, while Gene manipulated her to the position her wanted her. He held her ankles in place with the pair of leather straps on the bench. Her head and wrists rested in a pillory. He closed the top half of the pillory and Michelle heard the unmistakable click of a padlock. She was now completely immobile. Her ass pointed upwards, giving Gene plenty of access.

He felt the firm, pert rear in his hand. With a short riding crop, he swung back and slapped Michelle firmly but tenderly across her rump. A little cry of pain was followed by a giggle. He did it again and she began to experience a thrill- a tingling in her body that made her feel truly alive. Each crack of the crop was harder than the last and Michelle was getting wetter with every stroke. She no longer had a care in the world because there was no longer anything else in the world; just her, Gene and the strip of leather that brought joy with each stroke.

When Gene stopped, Michelle was breathless. She felt the restraints being loosened and she begged him not to stop. He pulled her to her feet and turned her around, making her recline on the bench. This time he did not bind her ankles. He put the pillory over her neck and wrists again, this time with her face upwards. She thought the best was yet to come.

Gene left her for a couple of minutes and returned with a pair of bulldog clips and a peacock feather. As Michelle felt him approach, she knew the excitement was about to start again. Unexpectedly for her, Gene placed the clips on both her nipples. 

"Owww!" came the squeal. He could see her grimace but she did not ask him to remove the clips. She gritted her teeth until she became accustomed to the pain. Gene ran the feather lightly over her breasts and pulled it between them. He worked his way down her body, teasing her with each brush over her pale, goose pimpled skin. A shiver ran through her as he brushed it over her moist pussy repeatedly.

Kneeling down, he put his head between her legs. He began a rhythmic movement with his tongue, caressing her hard clit. He enjoyed knowing what pleasure he gave her as she moaned with delight.

"Oh please fuck me now." she shouted. Gene stopped what he was doing and whispered venomously in Michelle's ear.

"I'm the one in charge. I'll do it when I feel you're ready."

"But I am ready! I am ready!"

"For daring to question me, I think I'll hold off a little bit longer. I think more punishment is in order." Gene went to the equipment room and returned with a row of bulldog clips attached to a chain. He clamped her skin in three inch intervals, starting on her right thigh, working his way towards her neck and across her breasts, zigzagging across her stomach and working his way back down towards her pussy, ending on her left thigh. She did not know what he was doing. The clips were painful, but not overly so.

Gene pulled her legs apart and began to penetrate her, but, alas, this was just another tease. He barely brushed the inside of her, just enough to drive her wilder and elicit more begging. With this, he quickly ripped the clips off in the order that he attached them. The sensation was unique. Once more, Michelle let out of playful squeal. Gene lifted the riding crop and cracked it once more across her stomach.

"Now my dear, we are ready to continue." He removed the bulldog clips and began to massage the now sensitive nipples with his lips. Michelle began to gasp and moan once more as shots of joy ran through her body. After a while Gene stopped.

Pulling her legs apart again, he rubbed both her thighs up and down with his hands. Gene plunged his hard rod into the tight moist abyss. Michelle's howl of ecstasy ran through the dungeon. Her body began to writhe and she tried to buck against her bindings, all the while Gene just kept pumping, bringing more pleasure to them both with each and every thrust. He managed to stop himself coming, just long enough to completely satisfy Michelle. The wait had been worth it.

Michelle's head lay in Gene's lap as they sat on the beach in Carmel. He stroked her hair lovingly as they watched the sun going down over the ocean in all its fiery glory. For those few hours, Michelle hadn't thought about Tommy once. Ever since the accident, almost every waking hour had been spent thinking of him. At night, she dreamt of him. She had not been able to escape her past until now.

Gene had come along like an angel of mercy and tapped into her very soul. He touched every nerve softly and made her feel happy again. Maybe with him in her life there would be more joy and happiness. Did she now have something to live for? 

"Gene?" she said in a quiet voice.

"Yeah?"

"I want to live again." He kissed her on the lips and their tongues, like their very souls, became entwined.



It's a Wonderful Family



I have to admit that my life is beautiful. I have a wonderful loving family, a successful medical career, and so much more. 

To the outside world my life may have seemed boring and very predictable at times.

To be honest I did go through phases where the most exciting part of my day was having a meal in the hospital cafeteria. I'd get worried that my life would end up as a boring series of days waiting for me to live through. I was so wrong.

It was during one of those boring hospital days where I met my love Brian.

But even Brian worried me. I feared that with time things would get redundant and boring. Feared that sex with him would grow old. Feared that his cock would be tired to fuck. Feared that his work would get in the way.

I was so wrong. And so I married Brian. 

After six fantastic years of marriage Brian and I have three adorable children: Tommy, Callie and Vicky. 

Brian is an amazing daddy and I can't wait to see him watch over his little princesses as they grow.

To add to the pleasure of my kingdom, Brian and I have an amazing house with a pool. Today we are sitting by the pool. Brian is holding Callie and Vicky. Brian tells me how lucky he is to have daughters this cute.

Brian says, "I am glad our kids did not turn out dark." 

We both laugh because we remember our crazy times where I'd only fuck black cocks. 

It had all started on our wedding day where my baby B surprised me with a nasty wedding gift. Brian grabbed my hand in the middle of our wedding reception and walked me to my wedding surprise. It was the best moment of my life when I walked in and saw Nate, Brian's college friend, all naked waiting to fuck me on my wedding day in my white traditional wedding gown. 

And so, for the very first time, on his wedding night, Brian had to suck off black cum nuts from his wife's pussy.

It's hard to imagine that six years has already passed. Even harder is to count the number of guys I fucked with my husband's help. 

My older brother Ara will be visiting this weekend. Wish my husband could stay with me. But Brian has to take our 3 kids away so they can see their grandparents. They will all be gone for a week. Ara will keep me company. 

I love my brother Ara and I feel so close to him. Sometimes I wish Ara was not my brother. I have watched him grow through the years and it sucks for me that he turned out to be so handsome.

I kiss Brian goodbye. Brian tells me to behave. 

Next day I go to pick Ara from the airport. Fuck my brother looks so hot, especially with his dark tan. 

I give him a hug and can smell sex on his neck. I'm sure he is still in his usual routine of fucking a different hot girl every night. 

Ara and I have a cozy dinner at home. Over dinner we talk and laugh. I tell him about Brian and the kids. 

Ara says, "Brian must be fucking you well and frequent. 3 kids in 4 years that means fucking all the time." "Ara, why do you want to talk about my boring family? True, Brian and I fuck but it's not fulfilling."

Ara wants to know why, so I tell him how distracting it is when the kids are around and even worse, my husband's pager. 

"Ara," I say, "it's simple missionary sex every night." 

"Stephanie, what would be hot for a married woman?"

"Tell me about you, Ara. "

Ara moves to the couch and sits close to me. "Stephanie," he says, "I am your exact opposite because my life is filled with crazy hardcore sex."

I tell Ara how I could smell cum on his neck. I ask whose cum it is. "Remember Ashley?" Ara says.

I say, "Yes, I do." Ashley was my high-school girl friend. 

Ara tells me how Ashley is now his best cock sucker. My brother then starts recounting the details of his fucking with Ashley. 

Ara adds that he makes Ashley suck on his cock while fucking her large tits. Ara describes how hard and erect Ashley's nipples get once his cum nuts all over her nipples. 

I say "Enough details, Adam. Please stop. I don't want to hear about your erotic sex stories."

"Are you jealous?" Ara asks. 

"It sucks to hear that the nerd Ashley ends up being a blowjob queen and I end up where I am. And yes Ara, I am jealous. I am jealous from every single girl you fucked." I take Ara's finger and make him feel my wetness. I was so wet and crazy. I start kissing him while he's feeling my wet pussy.

I ask Ara whispering in his ear if it's Ok to continue. I say we can stop because it's wrong.

Arasucks on my tongue instead of answering. I tell Ara I want to make love to him where I fuck my husband every day. 

Ara and I go up the stairs to my bedroom.

My brother Ara's bare cock fucks and then nuts in my pussy. 

Ara gives me a series of orgasms. He is a beast in bed, and can go and on. I wish my husband fucked like Ara did, or gave me that many orgasms.

Next morning I wake up in my bed with my brother Ara's cock in between my legs. It hits me that I'm on day 14 and probably ovulated or ovulating. 

I wake Ara up and beg that he takes me to the hospital. 

Ara says: "Fuck, Stephanie, your husband will never know. Relax Stephanie, Brian will think the baby is his."

I say, "No, Ara, I can't be carrying my brothers baby, that's wrong."

Ara and I go to my local pharmacy to get plan-B. They were running out and most pharmacies were closed for the Holiday. 

Given that I am a physician I head to the ER of my hospital. My colleague, Dr. Morris, tries to convince me to take a chance and keep the baby. 

Dr. Morris tells Ara how Brian and I make the cutest kids and a fourth baby sounds right. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life when I had to admit to my colleague, Dr. Richardson, that I may have been knocked up with my brother's cum. 

I take plan-B on time. 

Can't wait for Brian to come back home. I have a feeling my baby will make me go back to black cock fucking once I tell him what I did with my brother.



It's A Wonderful Life



It's a wonderful life.

I don't know how I've come to be here or how long I've been here. I don't know who I am or that I was anything other than what I am now. I have no knowledge of anything before here or of anything outside of here, except for him.

I remember awaking here for the first time and feeling frightened when I became aware of the state I was in because it didn't feel right at first. I was bound up tightly and strapped down immovably on a kind of bed-platform. I was bridled, muzzled and masked. A dildo, suspended from a cradle spanning my pelvis, was inserted in my vagina. Tubes were also inserted in my rectum and my urethra. Another tube was attached to a small valve surgically implanted in my abdomen. Another tube was attached to the clear plastic facemask fixed over my nose and my gag. Electrodes were stuck in various places on my body attached to wires leading to a computerised control centre. Another cable was linked to the dildo. Another cable was attached to a small terminal implanted in the base of my spine

I could have screamed but what would have been the point? My mouth was so firmly gagged and my jaws were so firmly clamped by my bridle that I could only make the most feeble of whimpering and mewling sounds when I tried. And as far as I knew there was no one or nothing else to hear. So I rested, quiet and still, and then I saw him. He appeared on the monitor hanging down from the ceiling. I could only see him in shadowed silhouette and his pixellated image shimmered as he moved. A speech synthesiser altered his voice and it sounded low and gentle and reassuring, which calmed me and dispelled my early fears.

He explained that although we would remain physically separate we would be intimately joined through all the digital technology to which I was attached and which would observe and monitor me constantly. He explained that he was also permanently in contact with the control centre and that, not only did it enable him to see me and hear me at all times, it also enabled him to feel in his own body everything that I felt in mine and to dream my dreams with me, so that from now on he and I would be virtually the same person.

He explained that the tube in my rectum collected my solid waste as it came down my colon but, because I was fed on liquid food pumped directly into my stomach through the valve in my abdomen, I was only producing just enough waste to keep my colon active and healthy. He explained that I had been fitted with a catheter and I was breathing filtered air through my facemask, through which I could also drink purified water through a tube that ran through my gag. 

The gag is made of a kind of spongy rubbery material and is designed to mould itself to my lips and seal them, while the other part inserted in my mouth fixes my tongue to the floor of my mouth. My gag is attached to a bridle, which fits closely but comfortably around my head and which clamps my jaws firmly together. It consists of straps made of a kind of plastic material that is soft and comfortable but also strong. The electrodes carry information about all my vital signs to the control centre while the device in my spine communicates all the sense impressions that my body feels.

The bed-platform on which I lie is made of material that moulds itself to my body but allows my skin to breathe. It has a separate bit for each of my legs and a headrest to which my head is fixed through connecting points on my bridle. The straps confining me to the bed are made of a woven material that does not hurt me or damage me even when pulled tight enough to prevent any movement. The straps go around my ankles, my legs just below and above my knees, my thighs and my waste. An upper harness secures my shoulders and my upper body below and above my breasts. My arms are fixed underneath the bed, which only extends slightly outwards from my body on each side, with my wrists brought together behind my back. The bed is articulated and is constantly slowly changing the position in which I lie. Sometimes I lie flat and sometimes inclined, sometimes with my legs straight and sometimes bent, sometimes together and sometimes spread apart. Sometimes I am brought up into an almost sitting position. It's good to have that variety.

He explained that in return for me becoming completely his to the extent that I became part of him, he would take complete and perfect care of me. I would exist in a perfect environment inside the room I was in and all of my body's needs would be taken care of without me having to do or even think about them. Which, he explained, was why I would have to be kept immobile for much of the time. He explained that I would be given liberty of movement at regular intervals and carry out activities specially designed for me to keep my body and mind in the best possible condition. They would also be very pleasurable for me and he would be able to completely share my pleasure with me.

Not knowing of any alternative and with none presented to me, I have quickly accepted and settled into the existence provided for me. I am not completely alone either. I soon discovered that one of the machines in the room is a highly sophisticated robot. It has a clever arrangement of wheels that allow it to move and change instantly in any direction and in any confined space. It has a variety of sensors and a number of fully articulated arms. The most amazing feature is its hands, which are extremely strong and yet are extraordinarily sensitive and which, through artificial intelligence, have quickly learned to touch me and feel me and examine me always in the most comfortable and most pleasurable way for my body.

The cycle of my activity begins when the robot wakes me from my sleep by removing my blindfold, which it puts on me when I am about to sleep, and playing cheerful music to help me come out of my slumber. He explained that it was necessary to blindfold me so I could sleep because the lights in the room are on permanently as the wavelengths they emit help to keep my skin in best condition. It removes my rectal tube and inserts another tube to give me an enema. It then removes the dildo from my vagina and inserts another tube to douche me. All the tubes are carefully designed to feel nice when they are inside me and when they are being inserted or removed. 

I have my douche and enema at the same time and I love the double pleasurable feeling of being cleansed front and back. Then with one of its hands it examines my vagina and inspects it with a fibreoptic camera and then inspects my rectum in the same way with another hand and camera. Afterwards it fits me with a new clean rectal tube and fixes a new dildo onto its cradle and inserts it into me. A while after I awoke here, I started to wear clear plastic suction cups over my nipples, connected to a pump which draws white liquid from my breasts. It takes off the cups, carefully cleans my breasts and nipples and fits me with new cups and tubes. It inspects and cleans my abdominal valve and fits a new feeding tube to it. It fits me with a new facemask and tubes for air and water. It replaces all the electrodes in contact with my body and the adhesive disks that keep them in place.

It brushes my hair, which hangs down below my headrest, and carefully trims the ends. He likes me to have long hair and now it reaches down to my waste at the times I am allowed to stand. I love having my hair brushed and he loves to enjoy the sensation and pleasure with me. Then it manicures my fingernails, filing them and polishing them to perfection, as he like me to have perfect nails. He also likes me to wear gleaming white plimsolls and ankle socks, which I wear all the time when I am strapped, the rest of me naked, to the bed. 

He likes me to flex and wave and pat my feet when I'm wearing them and I like it when he compliments me for moving my feet in a very sexy way. The robot takes off my plimsolls and socks and gives me the perfect pedicure, trimming and polishing and painting my toenails, washing my feet and massaging them with the most wonderful cooling and relaxing balm before fitting them with a new pair of white ankle socks and perfect white plimsolls. It feels lovely and he says it makes his feet tingle with pleasure as it being done to me. The whole process feels absolutely gorgeous and he loves to share every bit of what I am feeling with me.

I rest for a while and listen to relaxing and soothing music and ambient sounds played through a surround-sound system. I can drink whenever I like and the control centre feeds me at optimum intervals with liquid food containing a perfect balance of calories and nutrients. My rectal tube and catheter deal with my waste products. For a little while after I first woke up here the robot had to clean blood from my vagina from time to time, but that hasn't been necessary since then. With no one to talk to for much of the time and without the power of speech I have plenty of time to think without distraction. I am quite a philosopher and have all kinds of ideas running around inside my head. But he lets me keep them to myself and tells me that he is happy for me to have something that is just my own.

I don't know if it's something in the air I breath through my face mask or if it's something in my food, but my body is always in a gentle state of arousal. I have learned not to keep giving in to it straight away, but to let it build up until, when I finally surrender myself to it, I get the most wonderful orgasms. He explained that, because I cannot move or cry out, the feeling is contained and intensified inside me, which gives us both the maximum pleasure. The control centre activates the dildo at the optimum moment for me and as it massages my clitoris and vibrates against my G-spot and as I massage it with my pelvic muscles, I experience the most fantastic pleasure. Also, at just the right moment, the robot removes my nipple cups and strokes and fondles and squeezes my breasts and teases my nipples in the ways that it has learned are perfect for me. It has a pair of devices that latch on to my nipples and give me a gorgeous sensation of being simultaneously nibbled and sucked. 

He loves me to make lots of noise through my gag whenever I experience any physical pleasure and he always compliments me when I perform well for him. So, as well as during my orgasms, I moan and sigh and whimper like a puppy and mew like a kitten into my gag when the tubes are removed from me and inserted into me, when I'm being given my internal examinations, when my hair is being brushed, when I'm given my manicures and pedicures and when my plimsolls and ankle socks are put on me. It is a precious means of self-expression and I'm so glad that he gets so much pleasure from my noises as well.

After being left to myself for a while, the robot removes all my tubes and wires and the dildo, examines my vagina and rectum, removes my plimsolls and ankle socks, releases me from my bonds and carries me to a massage table. It gives me the most wonderful massage and because I'm no longer gagged I can enjoy the pleasure of crying out from deep inside me with all the wonderful feelings I get as movement returns to my limbs. As the robot massages me it rubs a special depilatory cream all over my body except for my pubic region, which he likes me to shave myself. The After a few minutes of gentle warming up exercises I can begin some of my favourite activities.

Since I first awoke here I have been taught ballet by an incredibly sophisticated interactive learning program. It projects a computer generated ballerina figure onto a screen for me to learn by copying its movements. The program also interacts with the robot so it can place my body and limbs in the correct positions in order for me to learn each position and movement. I knew nothing of ballet when I began but now I can dance on the points of my ballet shoes and, after it is fully warmed up, my body is now beautifully turned out and flexible. I have been able to learn quickly because I have hardly any other distractions and I can request the program to replay any part of the syllabus when I am dancing or when I am strapped to the table. All the exercise keeps my pelvic muscles in top condition to give me maximum pleasure when I massage them on my dildo. 

He loves to share my pleasure in ballet dancing and in the ballet clothing I wear. I get a new costume each time. It might be a beautiful tutu, or a sensual leotard or a sexy bra top and shorts, or even a bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings. I may wear tights or leg warmers or ankle socks or have bare legs. It's lovely to feel the close fit of my costume around my crotch and my buttocks and my breasts as I ease my body into it and I love the feel of ballet tights closely confining my legs in their grip even as they give them such freedom of movement. But my special pleasure, and his too, is always to wear the most gorgeous satin ballet shoes drawn tight around my feet with the ribbons tied perfectly around my ankles and to feel them restraining and controlling my feet even as they enable to me to enjoy such a wonderful experience of movement. He says that it gives him the best pleasure of all when I wear them.

I work through a complete routine of warm-up, barre exercises, pointe work, petite and grande adage. Afterwards he likes me to get really sexy. I might pull down my tutu or leotard to my waste or pull off my top and fondle my breasts while I gyrate my body with my legs wide apart. Then I might dance around topless while he feels every movement of my breasts as they bob and jiggle around. Then I might take off my ballet shoes and tights and put my ballet shoes back on again before I bend over forwards with my legs apart and the robot pleasures me with a dildo in my vagina from behind or up my rectum. Or I might arch my body backwards from the points of my ballet shoes to my fingertips resting on the floor and the robot penetrates me from in front between my spread legs. Then I might sit on the floor, take of my ballet shoes and rub one over my clitoris before inserting the hard tip into my vagina and pumping the shoe hard inside me until I have an orgasm. Without my gag I delight in screaming as loud as I can in my orgasms and I love it when he compliments me for an especially good performance.

I shave my pubic region so that now my whole body is perfectly smooth and enjoy a good long shower with water at the perfect temperature and with shampoo and soap that are perfectly balanced for my hair and skin. After I have dried and brushed my hair I am ready to be strapped to the table again. I soon learned that it is pointless to resist this as the robot's grip is irresistible and immovable and, although it would never actually hurt me, it would remain motionless and holding me completely fast until I was no longer capable of struggling

The robot straps me to the table, refits my bridle and my gag, fixes my head to the headrest, fits a new face mask over my nose and gag and connects the air and water supplies. It fits new suction cups over my nipples and connects them with new tubes to the pump. This feels lovely because while I have been off the pump my breasts have become more and more tender and sensitive and I moan with pleasure in my gag when the cups touch my very sensitive breasts and with relief as the pump begins to draw the liquid from them again.

The robot fits me with a new pair of clean white ankle socks and brand new white plimsolls. It gives me another combined douche and enema and examines my vagina and rectum. It inserts a new dildo, a clean rectal tube and a new catheter into me, connects a new tube to my feeding valve and replaces all the electrodes fixed to my body and refits the cable to the sensor in my back. Finally it fits me with a blindfold and I am ready to sleep. I don't know if because of something I breathe or ingest but I'm always fast asleep within moments and he and I are dreaming my dreams together.

After being here for a while he said that as a reward for being so good in so many ways I would be allowed to be pregnant. He explained that something very special would grow inside me for a while and I would enjoy the changes to my body that would happen. The robot injected me with some pale liquid from a syringe through a tube inserted in my vagina and for a while afterwards would inject me with various drugs through a valve inserted in my upper arm. I loved lying and watching my abdomen grow bigger and I loved the feeling of movement that began inside me as I grew bigger still. My whole body felt nicer than it had ever felt before and he often told me how beautiful I looked and how my skin and hair glowed and shone and how much he enjoyed sharing what I was feeling. Later on, the robot began attaching the clear plastic suction cups over my nipples and connecting them by tubes to the pump. Not long after that, the white liquid began to come out of my nipples and fill the cups and the pump ensured a continuous flow.

I awoke from sleep and my body was back to normal. For a little while I felt there should have been something more and I felt a bit low. But he promised that I could be pregnant again and I have just begun my fourth one. My breasts have been producing the white liquid ever since my first pregnancy. My breasts and nipples have always felt nice and tingly and sensitive and they feel even nicer under the suction cups. But I especially love it when the robot takes them off before it fondles my breasts and he especially loves the moans of pleasure I make in my gag at those times.

He tells me that at some point we will both sleep together in something he calls cryogenic suspension and that when we awake we will be able to be together like this for hundreds or even thousands of years.

Whatever that means.



It's a Wonderful Life 1.5



Annie stared at the button amongst the point-of-sale choice next to the register, her look half-puzzled and half-disgusted. An L with a red circle and a line through it? 

She shook her head and muttered under her breath, "I don't get it, and I don't care." She glanced at her watch and made a mental note of the lunchtime errands she had to run at the mall: EB Games gift card for her nephew, lotion set from the Body Shop for a thank you gift, and one more thing that she'd probably remember after she got back in her car to dash back to work.

"No L," the cashier said, turning her attention briefly to Annie as the customer at the front of the line mulled over the intricacies of Hallmark's Frequent Buyer Program as if engineering the merger of two multinationals.

"Are you talking to me?" Annie replied, instantly putting two fingers to her mouth. She was afraid she'd sounded like DeNiro in Taxi Driver. Still fairly new to the South, Annie was self-conscious about her Long Island accent despite all the fellow Yankees she'd met since she and Vince had moved down.

The cashier cocked her head toward the display. "Yes, ma'am, I am. The button you were looking at…No L…NOEL!"

Annie rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Hard to believe the Christmas displays are already out. The World Series just finished and it's not even Halloween…"

"I think you'll see the advantages of the program right away, ma'am. Anything else today?" The cashier had already turned back to the customer, flush with the excitement of getting every fourth greeting card for free.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, what was it you were saying?" the cashier asked Annie once it was her turn.

"Oh, never mind, and no, I heard all about the program, and I don't care to sign up."

"That's perfectly fine, ma'am." Annie was almost disappointed the cashier didn't seem to mind. "Would you like a button?"

"No, thanks, I can't even start thinking about Christmas shopping until Black Friday." And it's all gonna be online, that's for sure, Annie thought, feeling a sense of dread at the prospect of maintaining some semblance of mirth as fellow shoppers elbowed each other over piles of Santa sweaters.

"Anything else, ma'am?"

Annie, wondering if she was feeling a bit oversensitive, was slowly becoming convinced that ma'am was a euphemism for bitch. "No. Thank you."

"Have a nice day."

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Hey there, Delilah was playing when Annie got out of the car earlier and was playing again as she drove back to work. All Delilah all the time, Annie thought. Just don't ask ME what it's like in New York City, I wouldn't know at the moment, popping in a CD to rescue herself from the dearth of area radio stations and reminding herself to sign up for XM, whenever she had the chance.

If she'd ever have the chance!

"Damn it," she said out loud. "Vince's iSkin!" God, he's gonna kill me! Actually he wouldn't. He'd smile genuinely, tell her it was all right, and that he'd pick one up next time he was by the mall. Annie tapped the brakes, and had just decided to turn around to the mall when her phone went off.

"Hi, Jason…I thought the meeting was Monday…They moved it up? Why? 2:00? As in, uh, 20 minutes? ...Yes…Yes, all the scenarios are complete, I emailed it to the group…him, too…yep…hold on…"

"Hi Vince, I got Jason on the other line…that's great…I can't really…can you tell me about it later…I'll call you after my…OK…OK…OK…you too bye."

"Hi, Jason…Jason?...Shit!" Annie thumbed through her call list to call her boss back, slamming on the brakes to avoid ramming into the car in front of her. "Jason, this is Annie," she said, getting voice mail. "I think we covered it all. Sorry we were cut off. I'll see you right before the meeting." Annie exhaled, checked her makeup in the rearview mirror, and ran through the points she'd need to make at the top of the hour.

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"What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary," George Bailey said.

"I'll take it. Then what?" said Mary.

"Well, then you can swallow it, and it'll all dissolve, see... and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair... am I talking too much?"

"YES!" Annie said, curled up on the couch. "Yeah, yeah, why don't you kiss her already, yeah, yeah, youth is wasted on the wrong people." Annie picked up the remote and thumbed the OFF button, pointing the weapon directly at the TV while it wasn't even necessary. With a huff she blew a wisp of her auburn hair out of her eyes and stared at the blank TV screen.

"What'd you do that for?" Vince said, taking off his overcoat and tossing it onto a chaise as he walked into the den. Annie started to glare at the coat draped over the chair but caught herself.

"You startled me. Didn't hear you come in."

Vince bent over to kiss his wife. She looked up and turned her head slightly as he caught half-lip half-cheek. "Sorry I'm so late. I know we were going to watch the movie tonight."

"Why didn't you call me?"

Vince held up his cell phone. "Ran outta battery, sorry."

"You could have stopped and used a payphone." Annie wasn't being serious.

Vince was. "Didn't have any change. I'm really sorry."

"It's OK." From any other man, that excuse would have sounded like total crapola. She smiled thinly at the thought of Vince fumbling through the change holder in his car for a quarter.

"Well, let's watch the rest of the movie."

"No thanks. Not like we won't have a jillion other chances. Besides, you've got it on DVD." Annie huffed again. "I can't believe this is on in OCTOBER!"

"Eaten yet?"

"Yeah, you go ahead. I'm not really hungry."

"That's OK." Vince took a spot next to his wife on the couch. He placed his hand on the back of her neck and played with her hair. As he leaned in to kiss her cheek, Annie felt herself tense up. She hated when she did that. "Anything wrong, sweetie?"

"No, sorry, Vince, it's just your palm's still cold from being outside." But they both knew otherwise.

Vince settled for another quick peck. Leaning back he asked, "So how was your day?"

"It was a day," Annie said. "Kinda like the day before. And the day before that. And the day before that." She paused for a moment. "Oh, I almost forgot. I didn't have time to get your iSkin at the mall today. Got a call about a time change for a meeting…"

"Shh, it's all right," Vince smiled. 

"Why is that?" Annie demanded. Vince looked dumbstruck. "You're not mad."

"Why should I be? Did you not do it on purpose?"

"No. But you should still be just a little annoyed. This is like the third time I forgot."

"It's no big deal, sweetie." Sweetie was starting to sound like ma'am to Annie. 

"I just don't know why you don't ever get mad."

"Are you trying to make me mad?"

"NO! God, just forget it."

"Forget what?"

"Stop asking me questions."

Vince was exasperated. But he still wasn't mad. "Annie, what is it? Have I done something?"

"I don't know, Vince, have you?"

"No."

"Does it bother you I don't really feel like having sex with you lately?"

Vince could spot a loaded question at twenty paces, and wasn't about to walk into what appeared to be brewing as Hurricane Annie. "I'm going upstairs to take a shower." Vince hopped up from the couch and grabbed his coat, wondering if the entire conversation might have been different had he just hung the damned thing up.

"You didn't answer the question."

Vince turned around at looked at his wife, thinking how pretty she looked despite how awful she felt. The first time he'd laid eyes on her he actually thought she was Jennifer Aniston. He almost asked for her autograph but instead, asked for her phone number. To this day he couldn't believe he got it. "I love you, Annie."

"The Beatles were wrong, you know."

"That's right, sweetie. It's not all you need. But it's a good place to start. And it never changes."

As he turned to go up the stairs Annie thought about screaming "Don't turn your back on me!" but found she didn't have the energy. Probably just as well. She flipped the TV back on and changed the channel to CNN. She felt her eyes getting heavy as she realized how tired she was, and she figured the latest presidential candidate news was enough to put her out completely.

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"Angel SCRIPT. Thanks for coming on such short notice."

"That's OK, CLOCKMAKER." Clarence had insisted everyone adopt code names ever since he'd gotten on his Tom Clancy kick several years back. "What have we got?"

"You know how hard it's been for you to get your wings." Clarence got a dreamy look in his eyes, thinking fondly of the man he'd helped that first time. "I've been there and I've done that. But I think I've got one for you."

"Suicidal?"

"Oh no, nothing like that. Not even close. She's discouraged, for sure. More like a general malaise. Maybe a bit of a rut. To be honest, I don't know what to do with her."

"A woman, then?" SCRIPT confirmed. "Married?"

"Yes."

"Kids?"

"No."

SCRIPT thought for a moment. "Guess I'll just need to see it for myself. She'll need an extra dose of my charm, I take it?"

CLOCKMAKER shook his head. "You're incorrigible. Yes, I suppose that wouldn't hurt. Just don't forget the objective."

"Which is?" SCRIPT asked.

"That's for you to find out."

"Have you picked up Huck Finn lately?"

"Oh, no, no."

"What's that you're reading now?" SCRIPT peered around Clarence and looked at his terminal screen. "Varian? Who's that?"

Clarence turned beet red. "You don't want to know, SCRIPT. I think it's best you pretend you never saw that. I'd kind of like to keep working here." 

SCRIPT beamed. "You're secret's safe with me, CLOCKMAKER."

"Get on down there."

"You got it."

********************

Annie felt a slight tap on her shoulder. A feathery touch that she brushed aside as she tried to go back to sleep, burying her head into the throw pillow. "I'll be up in a second, Vince."

The tiny voice answered, "I don't think he's coming downstairs any time soon." 

Annie lifted her head and blinked her eyes, convinced she was dreaming up the small girl standing in front of her.

"You see, Annie?" SCRIPT said. "No Vince." She shrugged. "I think we need to talk."

Annie felt a shiver down her spine. She swallowed hard, and managed to squeak through chattering teeth, "Zuzu?"

SCRIPT beamed, showing off her still missing tooth, rays of light seeming to shoot from her golden curls and freckly face. "You know me! I was hoping you would!"

Annie sat up at once, wrapping a blanket around her. "Zuzu! My God! What are you doing…are you my…that means…"

Zuzu giggled. "Don't be scared, Annie. I think you're asking me if I died. It's OK. Pneumonia. I passed away in 1946."

"I thought you were getting better."

"I did. For a little while. Then I got sick again."

"But your family, they were so HAPPY!"

"They were." Zuzu scrunched up her mouth, looking a little guilty. "New Year's wasn't a whole lot of fun for them, I guess."

Annie bit her lip, reaching out to caress the little angel's face. "So young," she said, "and so pretty." Annie felt her eyes well up with tears.

"It was the time," Zuzu said. "Nothing a shot of prednisone, quinolones, and regular breathing treatments would have fixed right up today."

"Excuse me?" Annie was flabbergasted.

Zuzu giggled again. "You gotta pass all that time somehow, Annie. Medicine is really interesting. I'd be a registered pharmacist, well, if I wasn't dead. Anyway, I said we needed to talk. But not about me. Look at you, who's the pretty one anyway?"

"Are you talking to me?" Annie said for the second time that day.

"Your eyes. Like big almonds!" Zuzu's own eyes got wide as she sucked in her breath. "And your hair. So thick and dark."

"It's a mess," Annie protested. "I've been asleep."

"It's kinda red when the light hits it. Is that your natural color?"

Annie's almonds narrowed as she eyed her interrogator. "I'll never tell," she said, with a small giggle of her own.

"I knew I could make you laugh," Zuzu smiled.

"Whatever you have now, sweetie, it's contagious," Annie said, noting that her sweetie sounded like sweetie and not anything else. "How long have you been watching over me?"

Zuzu was hoping she wouldn't get that question. "Not very long. To be honest, for about as long as we've been talking. I guess you could call this an intervention."

Annie's shoulders slumped slightly. "That bad?"

"It puzzles me," Zuzu said. "You have so much. But you seem so unhappy."

"I know," Annie said with a sigh. "My home, my job, my husband. I'm thankful for everything, but…"

"Are you?"

Annie was taken back by the question. "Why, yes, yes I am."

"Have you said it lately?"

"I'm sure I have."

"I could check."

"You can?"

"Yep. I'm not sure you'll like the results."

"Well, I don't have to say it to…"

"No, you don't HAVE to. No one really needs to HEAR it. But maybe you're the one who needs to SAY it."

"Why do I need to do that?"

Zuzu looked at her patiently. "Who's the unhappy one?"

Annie swallowed again. "You don't have your wings yet, do you?"

Zuzu's eyes got wide again. "Nope!"

"You plan on earning them, don't you?"

Zuzu made long, slow nods without saying a word.

"And I'm not going to like it, am I?"

"I was specifically instructed NOT to give you anything you can't handle. I think you might just surprise yourself."

"You're scaring me."

"Good. But just remember, you're not alone."

"Can't you just write me a prescription?"

"I did, Annie. Now it's time to fill it. Close your eyes." Zuzu placed her tiny hands on Annie's cheeks to stop the chattering in her teeth that had returned. "You're not alone, Annie."

Annie leaned backward as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. A warmth enveloped her, a kind of peace that embraced her soul as she found herself drifting, drifting away from iSkins, emails, voice mail messages, and remote controls, away from errands, to-do lists, and running around, away from Vince, her husband, her friend, away from the rat race, the rut, and the hamster wheel known as her life.

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The delightful sound of children giggling roused her. Annie lifted her head to find twenty sets of little eyes staring at her, boys and girls laughing and pointing. She was sitting behind a wooden desk in a chilly classroom. None of the faces looked at all familiar to her.

Except for one.

"Teacher, it's not nap time yet. Why did you put your head down?" a freckly face girl with red pigtails said.

Annie knew where she was. And she was pretty sure WHO she was, or was supposed to be. She looked over at the familiar face, wondering if Zuzu had any idea what she had just done. She guessed not, as she was laughing right along with her classmates, her angelic face as bright as ever.

Annie stood up from behind the desk. A boy's hand shot up. "Mrs. Wellllchhh, can I go to the bathroom?" he asked in an exaggerated nasally tone.

Nothing I can't handle. OK, I'll go with it, my little angel, "Mrs. Welch" thought. The sharp pain she felt in her neck suggested that this room full of cherubs was hardly the worst of her adventure. She steadied herself, realizing she was about five inches taller than she was used to, but she was unable to stand completely straight, prevented by the onset of osteoporosis.

"Not right now, dear," Annie answered, having no idea what the boy's name was. Having no idea what anybody's names were. Better fix that in a hurry.

"OK time to play a little game!" 

"Hooray!" came the cheers from her newly found tribe.

"I want everybody to write down your name on a piece of paper. Does everybody have a paper and pencil?"

"YES!" came the collective response.

"When you're done, please raise your hand."

Annie opened the desk drawer and found Mrs. Welch's lesson book. Thank God. Can't be the quarterback without a playbook, she thought. She's just opened it when cries of "Finished" rang through the class.

"OK, now I want everyone to stand up, and get in a line in alphabetical order."

"Where do the A's go?"

Annie didn't have an answer as she surveyed the chaos that was quickly unfolding, children moving in all directions, pushing and shoving. Directionless.

Shit. "OK, everybody freeze!"

"We're already freezing. It's cold in here!" a dark haired boy said.

"What's your name?" Annie asked.

"Carl." Annie took another look at the boy.

"Alfalfa?"

"I thought you said we can't use my nickname here!" 

Unbefreakinlievable, Annie thought. She collected herself and shouted, "OK, I want everyone to stand still, or I'll ask Carl to sing."

The boys and girls froze immediately. Carl's eyes narrowed as he looked around.

"OK, everybody with an A. Raise your hand."

Anna and Arthur each raised their hand. "OK, you two go stand by the door," Annie said. "B's?"

"You know there aren't any B's," Carl said.

Of course I did. "OK, Carl, you lead the C's then." Annie continued through the alphabet until she created a line around the perimeter of the room, ending with Zuzu, who was now standing against the right wall.

"OK, one by one, starting over here, I want you to say your first name, and your favorite animal, starting over here." Annie pointed in Anna's direction. The tactic was from a teambuilding exercise she'd learned at a conference two months ago, one that she knew would work. The pain down her right arm was excruciating, especially when she pointed.

She looked over toward her desk and saw her own pocketbook sitting beside it.

"Anna. Ummmm…kittens."

"Arthur. Dogs."

"Carl. Dogs."

"Hold on. Time out everybody." The class giggled, unfamiliar with the phrase "time out". 

"First of all, no repeating an animal, even if one you already heard is REEEALLY your favorite, OK?" Annie was becoming self-conscious over how many times she was saying "OK". "Let's pause for just a moment." Annie reached down for her pocketbook, discovering a new pain in her lower back, and checked to see if her meds were inside.

She saw her Lipitor, her prescription strength Motrin, and her birth control pills neatly contained in a Ziploc bag. Nice to have a pharmacist as a guardian angel, Annie smiled to herself. 

"OK, lions then," Alfalfa shouted, deciding time was back "in".

The class completed the exercise, finishing with Zuzu and "unicorns", when an older woman clicked her way to the classroom in her high heels, knocked on the classroom door and walked in.

"Mrs. Welch, may I see you for a moment?"

"Sure thing." The woman made an odd stare at Annie. "Oh. Yes, yes of course."

"Your husband is here." Vince? Annie thought. Somehow I don't think so. "Please go to the office to speak with him. I'll watch the children for now. The woman leaned in toward Annie and whispered. "I'm very sorry, dear, but I think he's been drinking again."

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Nothing I can't handle? God, give me the strength. Annie readied herself to meet her husband, but then realized she didn't know where the office was. She turned toward the direction where the woman's footsteps had come from, and fortunately, found the office at the end of the hallway.

Mr. Welch was already standing outside the door, pacing furiously. He beelined his way toward Annie the moment he saw her, his face desperate, his brow sweaty despite the drafty air.




It's a Wonderful Life 1.5



"I don't have the money for the mortgage."

Annie smoothed out her skirt and swallowed as he moved closer to her. He's been drinking all right, she thought, repulsed by the smell of his breath, repulsed by his contorted, jowly face, and most of all, repulsed by his not being Vincent.

"I sold nothing this month. We have no money. Potter's going to foreclose on us once and for all."

"What about my salary?" Annie offered.

"We spent it all on your doctor's visits," Mr. Welch snarled. "Don't you remember how much you complained about that pain you were having?"

Annie felt hot flashes down her legs and her arms. She looked at him directly and said, "Maybe if you weren't wasting our money and booze and getting out and working, we wouldn't be in this mess."

It seemed Mr. Welch was unaccustomed to being spoken back to. His face reddened with fury, and his hands balled up in fists. "You don't EVER speak to me like that again."

"You don't even need to be here," Annie replied, not backing down. "I have a class to teach. You go drink some coffee and get back to work." She turned on her heels and walked back toward her classroom, feeling Welch's eyes burning through her, and hopeful the relative safety of the schoolhouse would prevent him from following her.

"We'll talk about this later!" Welch shouted.

"I'm sure we will," Annie said, not turning around. She felt herself trembling, hoping it didn't show, fearful from the confrontation and bracing herself for the inevitable next one.

As she turned the doorknob to her classroom Annie looked over her shoulder and up through the ceiling. "Nothing I can't handle? I trust you. What choice have I got? Hope I'm doing all right so far!"

A little voice inside her head spoke up, a little sing-songy voice Annie could have sworn sounded just like Glinda the Good Witch, "You're doing just fine, child. Use your faith. Walk to us. It's all we ask. Walk to us, and we'll run to you."

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"Is everything OK, dear?" Annie/Mrs. Welch's stand-in whispered.

"I'm fine, just fine, thanks. Oh, and can you oversee the class for just two more minutes? I wanted to check my lesson planner for a second."

"Of course, of course, dear. Class, let's get cracking on those cursive letters some more."

A collective groan rose up from the class as the children resumed their quest for the perfect cursive "F". The goal was to make it through the entire alphabet that afternoon.

Which is exactly what Annie saw in the lesson plan. Bo-ring, she thought to herself. I'm not going to sit here and fret about what's going to happen later. I'm going to be here, now, and in the moment. Time for a fun afternoon.

After she dismissed the assistant, she turned to her class. "OK, everybody, let's do something a little different this afternoon, a little boys versus girls contest."

"Yay!" the class shouted. 

"OK, I'll ask a question, and will call on the first hand I see. First question, who is the president of the United States?" Annie was a little confused about what year it was and curious about the answer.

Several hands shot up at once. "Marty?"

"Franklin Delamino Roosevelt!"

Annie giggled. "Delano. But we'll give you credit for it." A few of the girls booed. "That's one for the boys."

"Grab your pencil and paper now. What is eight plus four?"

"Eleven!" said Donald Wainwright.

"Nooo," Annie said. "Write it out, Donald."

"Twelve!" shouted Zuzu.

"You got it, Zuzu. Good job."

"How many States are there in the United States?"

"That's easy! Forty-eight!" said Donald, eager to redeem himself.

"Hmmm, I don't think so," Annie said.

"Yes, there ARE," Donald protested. "That's not fair!"

"I think there are fifty," Annie persisted. "Anyone?"

"Teacher?" Zuzu slowly raised her hand. "I don't really want to help out the boys," she said, making a face at Donald, "but I'm pretty sure there are forty-eight."

"You forgot Alaska and Hawaii," Annie said.

"Huh?" said Zuzu. "THOSE aren't states." 

Annie started to squirm a bit. "Who here thinks there are fifty states?" A few shrugs and a couple shakes of the head. "OK, Donald, I couldn't trip you up," Annie said, trying to recover. "Good job. Another one for the boys!"

The hours of the afternoon flew by like moments. As the day wore down, Annie began to run out of questions for her class.

"OK, my sweethearts, a couple more questions. Looks like you girls have a pretty good lead." It was Girls 32, Boys 20 by then. Annie glanced over in Zuzu's direction. "What is the chemical symbol for water?"

Zuzu's hand shot up at once. "H two O," she said, her face beaming.

"That's right, honey." Annie looked up at the clock. "One more question. Spell 'apothecary'."

There was a mixture of scrunched up faces and blank looks. Annie could see the wheels churning in Zuzu's head. Zuzu finally put her hand up, tentatively.

"A-P-O-T-H…umm…E…uh…C…A-R-Y??" Zuzu rushed through the last three letters before they had a chance to be wrong.

Annie thought for a moment herself. "YES! You got it, great job, Zuzu." What a shame, she thought.

Just then the school bell rang. Anna shouted over the noise of children gathering up their belongings. "Teacher, what about the prize of the day?"

"Hold on a minute, everyone," Annie said. "And who do you think deserves it?"

"Zuzu! She got the most questions right! Give her the flower!" Anna said, pointing at the single flower in a glass jar sitting on the window sill.

"All right, Anna Montana!"

"Anna Montana? That's silly!"

"Yeah," Annie said, "I suppose it was. Go get the flower, Zuzu."

As the children filed out, Annie noticed Mickey trailing behind Alfalfa. "Mickey, honey," Annie called after him. "Can you come up here a minute?"

Mickey looked up at his teacher with sad eyes. "Am I in trouble?"

"No sweetie." Annie bent down to Mickey's level, feeling pain searing through her knees. She put her two hands on his shoulder and looked at him straight in his eyes. "I'm going to tell you something, and I don't ever want you to forget it."

"What is it, Teacher?"

"Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time."

"What?"

"You just remember that, Mickey. There will be a moment in your life where that advice will come in handy. Now run along home." As she ushered Mickey on his way, Annie saw Zuzu almost out the door.

"Zuzu! Zuzu, come back here!" 

"Yes, Teacher?"

"Your coat, it's wide open!"

"I don't want to crush my flower!" Zuzu said, her prize sticking out from her half-zipped overcoat.

Annie thought for a moment. "Hold on a minute, sweetie." Annie reached into her pocketbook and grabbed her medicine bag. She dumped her pills into her the pocketbook, and gently picked the flower out from Zuzu's coat, placing it into the now empty Ziploc bag. "Here."

"What's THAT?" Zuzu asked.

"It's called a Ziploc," Annie said. "Now let me at that overcoat." Annie zipped up Zuzu's coat all the way, and buttoned up every single button. "Do you have a hat?"

"Yes, Teacher."

"Put it on. And carry the Ziploc like this." Annie pinched the bag between her thumb and forefinger. It will be fine until you get home."

"Thank you, Teacher!" Annie bent down as Zuzu stepped toward her. The little girl wrapped her arms tightly around Annie's neck. 

Little girls' hugs are the best! Annie thought. 

"I love you, Teacher."

"I love you, too, sweetie. You be safe."

Zuzu ran out the door, almost colliding with the office assistant who had been there earlier. The assistant waited at the door for the last child to leave, and then came inside. Annie realized she still had no idea what her name was.

"If you need ANYTHING, Mrs. Welch, please let me know."

"Thanks."

"You can call me or Bert anytime. You know that. Bert won't tolerate anything, you just let us know, all right."

"All right, I will." Now if I just knew where I LIVED, Annie thought. She grabbed her makeup mirror to fix herself. Her eyes bugged out as she looked at the reflection staring back at her.

"Yikes," Annie said out loud, quickly shutting the mirror as if to make her face disappear. Doubtfire before Electrolysis! She laughed at herself and looked back at the sky. Nothing I can't handle!

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The Glinda voice became Annie's personal GPS system, guiding her toward her Bedford Falls home. Annie found herself in the middle of downtown, right beside the Emporium, and was about to turn down a side street when she saw Violet Bick coming out of the Bailey Building and Loan, crying.

"Violet?"

Violet recognized her grammar school teacher immediately. "Hello, Mrs. Welch."

"What is it, child?" Annie was starting to pick up the local vernacular.

"I'm leaving town," Violet sobbed. "For good."

"Why so drastic?" Annie asked her. "Everyone will miss you."

"You think so?" Violet looked puzzled. "You're the first woman to say something nice to me, in, well, I don't know HOW long!"

Annie smiled an empathetic smile. "You've always looked so beautiful. All the women get kind of jealous. Maybe you could help us discover your secrets."

"How?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe a beauty shop. Or, an exercise club?"

"Huh?"

"You could start a club to help get the women in better shape here. You know how fat some of them are!"

"Mrs. Welch with all due respect…"

"I know, honey, I'm a real lardass…" Violet began to giggle. "Do you know what pilates are?"

"Pilates?" 

"Here let me show you." Annie made a few basic moves. "Like this. Think about it. I'm sure more people than you think would love for you to stay."

"I'll think about it." Violet's eyes began to twinkle. "Merry Christmas, Mrs. Welch."

"Merry Christmas, Violet."

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The Glinda Positioning System took Annie home to a small bungalow in a run-down neighborhood not far from downtown. She let herself in through the unlocked door, her nose filling up with the musty air. She flipped on a light, as twilight was already setting in, and made her way into the kitchen, where she found a list of things for her to do, scrawled out in what she presumed to be her husband's handwriting.

Sweep out the fireplace.

Prepare my dinner. MY dinner. What a shithead.

Clean chicken cages. Chicken cages? Eww.

Beat the carpets.

Polish the silverware.

What a slavedriver, Annie thought. Nothing I can't handle. At least I know what to do until the bastard comes back home drunk as a skunk. Annie found an apron, and quickly popped a Motrin and a Lipitor. She laughed at her oral contraceptives. Better take it anyway, assuming I get back in one piece. I'm sure as shit ain't gonna need 'em here!

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The Italian music played in the background as George Bailey clasped his hands and looked toward heaven. "God... God... Dear Father in Heaven, I'm not a praying man, but if you're up there and you can hear me, show me the way. I'm at the end of my rope. Show me the way, God," George Bailey pleaded.

"Are you all right George?" Nick the Bartender said in a friendly tone. "Want someone to take you home?"

"Why you drink so much, my friend? Please go home, Mr. Bailey. This is Christmas Eve," Mr. Martini the Proprieter said.

Mr. Welch, cross-eyed drunk from having spent the last several hours at Martini's, looked over at George Bailey. "Bailey? Which Bailey?" he asked.

"This is Mr. George Bailey," Nick said.

George turned to the drunken man, half-blind himself. "George Bailey. Bailey Building and Loan."

"Building and Loan, eh? I could have used your help. Potter is about to foreclose on me."

George was hardly in his usual benevolent mood, having had more than his own dose of Potter that day. "Oh yeah, well what kind of job do you have?"

"I'm a marshmallow salesman," Welch said. "Things haven't been going too well."

The word "marshmallow" struck George as odd. He looked up at the sky and said, "Marshmallows? That's an answer to a prayer?"

"What?" Mr. Welch bellowed. "I'm not good enough for you either?" Without warning, Welch threw a vicious punch at George, who fell to the ground, dazed.

"You get out of here, Mr. Welch!" Martini screamed.

"Now wait…I want to pay for my drink."

"Never mind the money," Martini said. "You get out of here quick."

"All right," Welch said.

"You hit my best friend," Martini said, as he and Nick shoved Mr. Welch out the door.

Welch stumbled into the snowy evening, nearly falling down as he tried to get his bearings. His car had been repossessed, so he had to walk back to his house. He cursed under his breath as he made his way home, vowing to get his pound of flesh once he got there.

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Annie checked the clock. Almost nine PM, she thought. I wonder how much longer. She figured if history was still playing out, her "husband" had already decked George Bailey. Annie had completed all the items on the list, save for the chicken cages. There was no way she was going near those.

Annie didn't have to wait long, as she heard the crunch of shoes getting louder. The front door swung open as Annie murmured a silent prayer. "God…DAMMIT!" Mr. Welch shouted, not for any specific reason.

Annie braced herself in the living room. "How was your day, dear?"

"You know what kind of day I had. I hope you have something to dress warmly in. We'll be out in the street in the morning."

"Everything will be closed in the morning. It's Christmas," Annie said, eyeing Welch's every move.

"Don't count on it."

"So, have you been in a fight again?"

"Did Martini call here?" Welch demanded.

"He didn't have to," Annie said.

Welch growled at her like a wounded lion, beaten down, angry, and stinking drunk. "You think you know everything, you BITCH! What makes you think you can start talking back to me? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"

Annie knew any answer would set Welch off at this point. As she stood there, saying nothing, Welch stepped toward her, shoving her with both of his paws against the wall. "Seems you don't have a lot to say now, do you, woman?"

"Dinner is ready anytime you want it."

Welch didn't seem to hear her. "You've gotten a bit feisty today. You dip into the cooking sherry yourself?" An evil grin spread across his face. "Maybe you got the money somehow. Maybe some man? Who have you been with today?"

Annie nearly laughed at the notion. Yeah, I'm a real prize at the moment, Buster. She maintained her silence in an effort to keep his simmering rage from boiling over. Welch got right in her face. Annie felt bile rise in her throat as she caught a whiff of his breath. 

"Maybe he wasn't half the man I am," he said. Welch ripped off Annie's apron, and grabbed her fleshy thigh, rubbing it roughly. Annie felt like passing out, praying that she would. 

Nothing I can't handle. 

With a jutted jaw, Annie looked at him with deadass eyes and said through her teeth, "You take that goddamned hand of yours off me this minute."

"I'll touch you anytime I want. And anywhere I want," Welch said. "Are you someone else's whore? Are you?"

Her voice even, her gaze never leaving his, she repeated, "You take that hand off me right now. I mean it."

"You mean it?" Welch mocked. "I'll knock your goddamned block off. Worse than when I pushed you down those stairs." 

Seems it's not just the osteoporosis that's causing all the pain in this poor body.  

Welch raised his hand to grab Annie's breast. Annie intercepted it before it reached its target, holding Welch by the wrist. As he lunged toward her, Annie spun him around and gave him a swift kick in his behind, sending the drunken man sprawling.

He was dazed only momentarily. He scrambled to his feet and screamed, "You are fucking dead, you bitch!" One more time he came at Annie, only to walk into a haymaker. Welch saw stars, and then nothing. He felt for his jaw, now throbbing in pain, as his eyes rolled back in his head, his enormous body thumping to the floor.

Amazing what fifty extra pounds can do to a punch, Annie thought. 

"Nice fightin' with you, you glassjawed pussy!" She resisted the urge to kick him in his side. He wasn't feeling anything anyway.

"Zuzu! ZUZU!!" Annie shouted. "I get it. I've had enough. Take me home!"

The bubble appeared almost imperceptibly in the corner of the living room, growing larger by the second until, standing before her, was a very familiar figure with wings and a large wand.

"Glinda?" Annie asked.

"That's right, dear," Glinda said in her sing-songy voice. "It seems you have disposed of this horrible man. At least temporarily."

"Why are you here? I mean, I'm glad you're here, but…"

Glinda smiled and laughed, "It's all right, dear. Agent SCRIPT is having some time-space continuum issues at the moment, and so CLOCKMAKER sent me to assist. Besides, I have some business to attend to anyway."

"CLOCKMAKER?"

"He's the one in charge now. Though he's down here right now, too." Glinda laughed again. "He's probably soaking wet as we speak!"

"Clarence!" Annie said. "He sent you?"

"That's right," Glinda said. "Agent CYCLONE at your service."

"I want to go home."

"Do you think you've learned anything?"

"I think so." Annie paused. "I know so. It's faith, Glinda. And not just when times are bad. You need it in the good times, and even…" she paused again, "when they are just, okay. And it was you today who told me, yes, walk to you…"

"…Yes, my dear, and we will run to YOU!"

"And that my life, my husband, oh God, my husband Vince, are so very precious."

"Yes, dear."

"I'm so lucky."

"Yes, you are."

"I've been given a great gift. The gift of, making my life whatever I want to be. Yes, I think I've learned a valuable lesson," Annie said, her right hand beginning to throb from her knockout punch.

"There is one more thing, dear," Glenda paused. "And that is to love yourself. Love yourself more than Vince could possibly love you. Which is a lot. See what he sees. Feel what he feels. Every day and every moment."

"And live every moment, in the moment," Annie added.

"As if it's your last," they both said together.

"Definitely, I'm ready to go home," Annie said. "What about him?" she asked, pointing to the heap on the floor.

"He won't be waking up anytime soon," Glinda said.

"I didn't hit him that hard," Annie said.

"Don't worry," Glinda said with a knowing smile.

Annie's eyes narrowed. "Poppies?" she asked.

Glinda's smile turned guilty. "Let's just say that my sister wasn't the only one who could mix up a kickass potion."

Annie resisted her very bad Wicked Witch of the West impression, instead getting back on point. "What about the real Mrs. Welch?"

"Don't worry about her either," Glinda said. "You and George Bailey aren't the only ones getting interventions this evening."

"So, Agent CYCLONE, what do I need to do, click my heels three times?"

"That's right!"

"I was kidding."

"It really does work, my dear, especially since you're ready to go back home."

"Do I have to say 'There's no place like home'?"

"No, dear," Glinda laughed. "Don't believe everything you see in Hollywood." She waved her wand as Annie clicked her heels. 

"Thanks for everything, Glinda." 

"It's my pleasure, my dear," Glinda said, her face becoming blurry in Annie's view.

********************

Annie's eyes opened slowly. She found herself on her familiar couch in front of her familiar TV. She bounced up out of her seat, almost losing her balance as she felt momentarily groggy. Reaching up toward the ceiling with both arms she exclaimed "Thank you!" spun around once, and hugged herself. This is my body again, she thought.




It's a Wonderful Life 1.5



"Vince! Vin-NIE!" she yelled, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror over the fireplace. She ran toward it with a big smile, and blew her familiar face a kiss. "Bye, Bye, Mrs. Doubtfire!" she said, feeling a little mean but not caring. "VIN-NIE!"

Her husband appeared at the top of the stairs. "I'm sorry, babe. I flipped the movie back on while you were asleep. I didn't think you'd mind." 

Annie bounded up the steps, two at a time, and tackled her startled husband about halfway up the stairs. Out of breath and hair in her face, she planted a kiss on his mouth before he could say another word.

Vince's eyes opened wide. He managed to break free from the liplock, pleasant as it was, and managed to ask, "Annie, are you all right? I mean, great kiss babe, but what's…"

"You've gotten into me," Annie said. "Better yet, I think I've gotten back into me!" Vince looked up at his wife, his eyes just inches from her chest heaving up and down.

"What are you saying?"

"Vinnie, I know I've been weird, lately, but…"

"As opposed to now?" Vince laughed. He placed his arm around her and massaged her lower back. She felt the hairs around her spine begin to stand up.

Annie cocked her head and shrugged. As she brushed one side of her hair behind her ear, she leaned down and kissed him again, this time a bit more gently. She savored his lips against hers and gave his top lip a tiny nibble. "I love you, Vince. And don't say it. I know what I said earlier. We have a lot more than that." Annie almost caught herself looking upward. "I know that."

"I know that, too, Annie."

"Better still, Vinnie, I love me, too."

"You have good taste in women," Vinnie smiled tenderly, both his hands now caressing his wife's face.

"So do you, Vinnie. But I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry. I think I lost my way a little bit."

"Nothing a few breadcrumbs couldn't have handled," her everunderstanding husband added.

"You're the best."

"You deserve it." 

"And so do you, Vinnie!" Annie said, kissing the top of his head and taking in the fresh smell of shampoo.

"I love it when you call me that."

Annie propped herself up with one arm and wrapped the other tightly around Vince's neck. She buried her face just below his ear, her chin rubbing against his late day stubble. "Halston! Baby, you're allergic."

"I'm allergic to Halston, sweetheart, but I'm addicted to you."

She looked up at Vince, their faces inches apart. "You are the sweetest man," she said, gently twirling the jet black hair that curled around his ear.

This time it was Vince who kissed Annie. He reached behind her and drew her into his lap, taking her hand in his.

"I'm not going to go, George. I changed my mind," Violet Bick said from downstairs.

Vince turned his head toward the direction of the voice, furrowing his brow. "Doesn't it bother you that Violet just decides not to leave town JUST because George was in trouble? I mean, isn't she still just as broke as she ever was?"

Annie rolled her eyes. "We go through this every year, Vinnie." She leaned toward him and rubbed his nose with hers. "What do I have to do to get you off your Violet fixation?" she said allowing him to feel her hot breath against his cheek.

"No fixation," Vince protested. "Just curious."

"I don't know," Annie sighed. "Maybe…hmmm…maybe she decided to stay in town to become a pilates instructor."

"What?"

"In other words, Vinnie, I. Don't. Care." She gave his nose a bite and kissed him again. Where were we?" Vince drew her hand to his mouth, gently and slowly kissing the tip of each of its slender fingers. "Yeah," she said, closing her eyes. "That's where."

"I love you, Annie," Vinnie said between nibbles. He put his hand behind Annie's neck for the second time that night. He rubbed his hand up through her hair as he leaned forward and kissed her ear. "I don't see any flinching," he whispered. "I want you, sweetheart."

"Mmmm," Annie purred. "I wouldn't worry about flinching right now." She opened her eyes and placed her hand over Vince's mouth so he could kiss her palm. "I love you, too, Vince." She mushed herself against his chest, a hot flush rising in her cheeks, and a flutter in her tummy. "Let's go upstairs, Tiger. We're already halfway there."

"I think we're way beyond halfway," her husband said, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it over the bannister.

********************

The week between Christmas and New Years was always a good one for catching up. Annie carefully made out her to do list at the kitchen table on Monday. But when she was done with it, she looked it over, shook her head, and tore it into tiny pieces, tossing them into the air and creating one more thing to do.

There was one errand she made herself do. The bell tinkled as Annie walked through the door to the flower shoppe, and her nostrils took in the delightful aromas of roses, lilies and gardenias.

"What can I do for you?" the older woman behind the desk asked cheerfully.

"Actually, nothing," Annie said. "I know this week EVERYBODY is returning Christmas presents, complaining to customer service reps, and complaining about what's wrong with…whatever! I just wanted to come in here personally, and thank you for the lovely arrangement you helped my husband with."

"Why, thank you," the woman said, not leaving her chair. "And you're right, we don't hear that very often. What is your husband's name?"

"Vince. Er…Vegorigno. Vince Vegorigno."

"Yes," the woman said with a smile. "I remember. Handsome boy. We didn't help much at all. After he picked out the flowers we did the arrangement. He didn't really need our help. But thank you anyway!"

The woman started to look back down at her paperwork. Annie continued, "You're not from here, are you?"

"No, not originally, and it seems neither are you!"

"I moved down here from Long Island with Vinnie about a year ago. How about you?"

"New York, too. Not far from Elmira."

"OK. Which town?"

"Bedford Falls."

Annie felt a shiver as she suddenly recognized the face beaming at her. 

"Zuzu?" she couldn't help but exclaim.

"My goodness, child, I haven't heard that name in years. Do I know you?"

Annie gathered herself and swallowed. "Lucky guess. I'm Annie."

The woman extended her hand across the desk. "I'm Zahara Bailey Wainwright. My husband Donald and I retired here."

There are fifty states, NOW, Donald, Annie thought, suppressing a smile. "How long ago was that?"

"Since we retired? Oh, it's going on ten years now. I run this shop just to pass the time. Donald was running the company our fathers started until he sold it.

"Oh, really? What business was that?"

"It all started with my father's invention."

"Invention?"

"Ziploc bags." 

Annie scrunched her mouth and shook her head again. "Unbelievable."

"What was that, Annie?"

"Oh, nothing. I assume you had a career, too?"

"Why, yes. Yes, I did. I got my PharmD in 1967. I worked on some marvelous projects with some wonderful people. Even worked on a team that discovered a vaccine that has saved countless people all over the world," Zuzu said, as the passion inside her made her voice rise.

"I suspect you're being modest," Annie said. "You discovered it, didn't you?"

"These things are always team efforts," Zuzu said, blushing slightly. "I just feel so blessed to have helped so many people."

"So do I!" Annie said, choking up slightly.

"So, what do you do?"

"I work in marketing for a large company here," Annie said. "But I'm working on being whatever I want to be."

"That's the right attitude for sure, my dear!"

"I agree. Say," Annie noticed a picture over Zuzu's shoulder. "That a picture of you and Robert Blake?"

"Why, yes it is. That's our fiftieth high school reunion, taken just last year. What a terrific man. Good husband. Very generous. He's given countless time and money to our foundation."

Guess he didn't want to do the time!  "Foundation?"

"The Hatch Memorial Foundation for Battered Women. In honor of our grammar school teacher. She was one of the first to stand up to the physical and emotional abuse so many women suffer at the hands of their domestic partner. We were so touched by her courage and strength."

"I'm sure you were," Annie thought, suddenly feeling five inches taller again, this time for a different reason. Annie just stood there for a moment, soaking in the joy she felt. Suddenly self-conscious, she said, "I shouldn't keep you. You seem busy."

"Year-end paperwork. Please don't be stranger," Zuzu said. "And by the way, if you do come back, feel free to use that nickname. I've always loved it," she said with a gleam in her eye.

"I will," Annie winked. As she opened the door the bell tinkled again. Annie whirled around and said, "You know every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings."

Zuzu took off her glasses and laughed. "I wish I had a nickel for every time I heard THAT!"

"Well, of course," Annie said. "The movie and all."

"Movie?" Zuzu said, genuinely puzzled.

"Oh, go on! The movie!"

"I'm not sure what you're talking about."

Convinced that she didn't, Annie shrugged. "Oh, never mind. Guess you had to be there."

"Besides," Zuzu said, "unless my Maker has different plans, I'm not counting on needing any wings anytime soon!"

"I hope not! Me neither!" Annie said. "Anyway, you have a Happy New Year…Zuzu!"

"Happy New Year to you, Annie!"



It's a Wonderful Life



This is a story of experiences I have had in my life and experiences that I would love to have. 

My wife and had arrived at a point in our lives when everyday activities no longer revolved around our children. There was a time when we couldn't conceive of this ever happening but then, as the years went by, came the realization that it was a good thing. Our children needed, and wanted, their independence and we needed, and wanted, ours. This seems to be a point in a lot of couple's lives when they realize that the children were the glue that kept them together. 

After the children leave and the couple is left alone, there is nothing but silence between them and divorce is almost inevitable. We were lucky... very lucky. After 20 years of marriage we still loved each other which, in and of itself, doesn't necessarily guarantee the success of a marriage. A couple can still love each other but not be compatible. The difference was we were still in love. Whether alone or in a crowded room we enjoyed being with each other. One of our greatest joys was getting into bed with each other at night. To be alone. 

My wife and I have always had at least a good sex life...never bad. Sometimes great...sometimes awesome. Considering her background of being brought up by parents who may have only had sex three times, she turned out amazing. Intimacy did not come naturally to her where as I seem to feed off of it. It is part of my makeup. My wife had never had an orgasm until we met. I, on the other hand, don't think I ever went more than a couple of days without having one...from the age of 10. Throughout our marriage we had times the typical ups and downs that couples have...money issues...busy times...really busy times but we never really argued. 

Perhaps it was because my wife would probably run off crying as soon as it started. She doesn't like conflict as she had a lot of "passive-aggressive" conflict in her life growing up. I like to think, looking back now, that it was because we respected each other. We didn't want to back each other into a corner or make the other feel bad just so we could feel better. Simply put, at least from my perspective, we wanted to make each other happy and really wanted the best for each other.

My wife was, and is, willing to try most things once when it comes to sex. Except for S&M or anal she is good to go. I respect and appreciate that. She seems to actually enjoy giving me blow jobs and playing with my penis. The playing part happens almost every night. I don't have an orgasm every night but she does play around a lot. It seems to relax her and who am I to complain? We love touching each other. 

There are times when she will play with my penis (penis when it is soft and cock when it is hard) or my ass for half an hour and then go off to sleep. This might seem strange but if I get my cock played with every night I think I can handle it. Handling it is also another amazing part of our relationship. She has no issues with me masturbating when I need to. If she isn't entirely in the mood I take care of things while she helps out...almost as a cheerleading section. I love it when she runs her hands all over me as I am jerking off running her fingers from my balls, along my taint to my anus. I keep myself extremely clean so nothing is off limits on my body. When I am close to cumming she will increase the pressure of her finger on my anus sending shivers up my spine - sending me over the top. I absolutely love it. She helps me get off and I get to jerk off. A win/win situation. 

Blow jobs...she is great at them. Sometimes she will suck on my cock while we are watching TV in bed. She doesn't swallow and I am fine with that. This means I get more blow jobs. She has a great finishing technique where she would suck on my cock just to the point of my orgasm and then finish me off with her hand while sucking and licking the underside of the head of my cock. I love to watch my cum shoot out while her beautiful lips are working that perfectly sensitive spot. Once in a while when we are showering she will suck me off and then let me cum on her face. I...love...it. 

We have a great sex life and if nothing changes I will die a happy man...

The rest of the story deals with another way in which we are very different than most couples. I think that it has to do with the fact that my wife is very confident in our relationship and trusts me completely ...OR...it possibly is because she is a closest voyeur and likes to live that life through me. She enjoys some porn to a certain degree and, on occasion, really enjoys erotic literature. 

She also allows me a certain amount of freedom to explore another area of my sexuality that I am sure a lot of people also fantasize about but never admit. I am also sure many people have also acted on this but will go to their graves without telling anyone about it. This is what my story is about. Part of it actually happened and part of it is what I would like to see happen. Am I writing this to turn my wife on? Absolutely! Am I writing this to also get her thinking about what could happen? Maybe...

Many years ago, just after we were married, my wife and I lived in a small house that had a hot tub. It was a rental house and I loved that hot tub. It was in an area where it was very secluded and none of the neighbours could see it. I am very much a nudist and really only enjoy hot tubs if I can be naked in them. This worked perfectly for me. 

We would have friends over once in a while and would enjoy sitting in the hot tub with them - although unfortunately it was with bathing suits on. Still it was fun. One of the couples that we had over were from out of town so they would stay overnight when they did visit. All very innocent of course - that was until the night that changed everything.

The four of us were sitting in the hot tub until it got the point where both our wives got over heated and decided to get out and go to bed. My friend and I decided to stay for a while - a long while. I'm pretty sure we were in the tub for about an hour after the women left. We were also sure that they had gone to bed as the lights were out in the house. At that point I was done with wearing my bathing suit so I asked my friend if he minded if I took it off. 

We had been friends for a few years so I didn't see an issue with it and neither did he since he took his off as well. The tub had the lights on beneath the water but, with the jets going, I could just see below the surface. As I mentioned the tub was very secluded (with a privacy screen) and it was dark out. We felt pretty relaxed. I have to admit that I was getting a little horny with this scenario. 

I kind of wished that the women would come back and, finding our suits on the ground, would start a Penthouse letters story. Didn't happen. Over the years my friend and I had joked about sex and about jerking off (as most guys do) and we both knew it was a regular part of our life. As I mentioned I could see a bit below the surface and was pretty sure that my friend was getting a hard on. Maybe it was the jets. I asked him if he was getting one - his reply was if I keep talking like that he will.  

In a matter of seconds the scenario went from me hoping the women would come back to wondering where this would go. I had in my childhood played the old game of "you show me yours and I show you mine" with one of my friends but never really considered anything else. It wasn't hard (pun intended) to see that my friend was indeed becoming erect. So was I. Those damn jets. 

I decided to go for it. I told him that if he wanted to jerk off he could that I wouldn't mind at all. He asked if I would as well...um...yeah! He sat up on the edge and there was the first live erect penis (sorry ...cock) that I had seen since I was a kid. 

I could tell right away that it was a little bigger than mine. I am right on average so I figured he must be about 6-1/2" or bigger. Looked impressive anyway. He was nervous and so was I. We didn't really know where to go from here. He literally decided to take matters into his own hands and got started. We moved closer to each other - facing each other - so we could cum onto the towel I laid out between us. 

Admittedly I was pretty nervous so was having difficulty getting fully hard but he didn't seem to mind. After a couple of minutes of watching each other jerking off he stopped asked me if I would mind if he could touch me. I figured we had gone this far ...why not? He reached over and grabbed a hold of my semi-hard cock and started pulling on it. 

Up until this point in my life I didn't really think that I would have the nerve to do this. I had to make a decision pretty quickly here as I don't think it was fair that I was having all of the fun...so I reached over and touched his cock. Very gently at first and then squeezed. It was very hard and was indeed bigger than mine although I don't remember having a problem with that. It felt rubbery and hard at the same time. It was very exciting. 

I decided that I had to try something else since there was no way we could assume that we would ever have this chance again. I leaned down and ran my tongue along the underside of his cock. It felt very strange to be doing this but also pretty cool. I then leaned back and he leaned over and took my cock into his mouth. Wow -were we really doing this? We then went back to holding on to each other's cock slowly jerking back and forth. 

His breathing became heavier and he must have been close to cumming as he asked me to let go. He said that he would prefer to get himself off - maybe to ease his, and possibly my, guilt. 

We sat back and starting pumping keeping our eyes peeled to each other's dicks. Soon we couldn't hold back and came at the same time shooting onto the towel. It was awesome. After we finished, the inevitable embarrassment kicked in. We cleaned up very quickly and got dressed. We went into the house and went to bed. I had no idea how I would deal with it in the morning and was starting to feel a bit of guilt and concern about that. I went to bed and soon fell asleep. 

The next morning my friend and I were able to pretend that nothing happened - it seemed that we both decided to ignore it. I past the first hurdle but knew that the big one was still ahead of me.

Telling my wife...

About a week later I decided it was time. We lay in bed reading and I told her. I can't remember exactly what I said but I do know what the reaction was. She became so horny and so wet and 4 or 5 orgasms later I had a pretty good idea of how she felt. Looking back I think that my appreciation for how far my wife has come went up a few notches at that moment. 

Over the following years she continued to amaze me. Learning how to masturbate (never did it before we were married), doing a sex tape with me (which we erased), going skinny dipping when we were camping with other friends (nothing happened between the 4 of us although that would have been cool), appreciating sleeping in the nude, hot tubbing nude. 

All of these things may be tame to some but, considering my wife's oppressive Catholic upbringing, she was being reborn. 20 years later now I still lust after my wife. Does she have the body that some people describe in their own stories? No. I do love what she does with it and lets me do to it though. 

On occasion I have talked to her, while pleasuring her with my fingers, about how it would turn me on to have her watch me and my friend re-enact that night. It always got her hot but I knew that it would never happen. It was part of our fantasy life. Since that night in the hot tub my friend and I have, on occasion, gotten together again. 

My wife knows that we do it and it only happens once every year or so. We both seem to need to do things once in a while. Since the internet has entered our life we have also jerked off on webcam as well. I have also been involved with my friend and his wife - video taping them while they had sex. That night was very surreal to me and, looking back, I wish I had done more than I had but I was nervous. 

It had taken a while to convince his wife to let me do this but we finally set up a time. My wife was not going to be involved but had no problem with me doing it. We went into their basement and sat around for a while. His wife had to have a few drinks to get herself ready and, after a few moments, we decided to get started. I decided to let them just do what they wanted and just record the moment. 

They started out kissing and then she knelt before him and pulled down his underwear. He was hard as a rock. Starting with his balls she licked up to the underside of the head of his cock and, in one quick motion, took him into her mouth. For a few moments she sucked and licked and jerked on his cock like I wasn't even there. I had a hard time keeping the camera still. 

They went from the blow job to my friend going down on his wife. She also brought herself to a few orgasms. Finally, after about 15 minutes of various positions my friend straddled his wife's chest and she started sucking his cock again. 

It didn't take long for him to get to the point of no return. He started fucking her mouth and , after about a minute, started cumming. She took it all. Drinking in every last drop squeezing out the last little bit until he was drained. My friend then decided that it was time for him to suck on my cock again. I turned off the camera and got undressed. He only had my dick in his mouth for a short time but I loved the fact that his wife was watching us while playing with herself. 

She then asked me if she could suck on it to. My heart was pumping hard. I said yes and she rolled over and took me into her mouth. I was lost in that incredibly erotic moment. Then my friend leaned over and started licking the underside of my cock while his wife took my head into her mouth. What an amazing feeling to have 2 lips on your dick. It didn't matter to me that it was a husband and wife team.

I had to stop them as I was going to cum very quickly. My friend then started jerking me off and I came shooting onto his wife's stomach. I leaned down and started sucking on her nipples. It was a moment that I will never forget. I do wish that I had been more involved. I was told later that she would have finished me off with her mouth and swallowed every drop of my cum. They would have then kissed each other sharing the taste. I was too nervous to think about that at the time though.

They let me take the tape back the next day to show my wife and her reaction said it all. Hot!! Still, I knew that that would be where it ended for any potential involvement on the part of my wife. I understood her reasons and have never pressured her to get involved.

This is where my story goes from what actually happened to what I want to happen. 

On occasion my wife and I would travel to their city to go to see some shows and would stay over night at a downtown hotel. This usually ends in a night of orgasm after orgasm for her and one big one for me. I always look forward to these getaways. I don't know when she changed her mind but one night when I was going down on her in our bedroom she brought it up. 

I love licking my wife's pussy and can do it for hours if she could handle it. After about 3 or 4 orgasms she is done. While I was happily lying between her legs gently, licking up her sweet wetness after her 4th orgasm, she said that she thinks she is ready. I stopped what I was doing and looked up. Not sure what she meant I looked at her with a confused look on my face. She said again that she was ready... to watch. 

I knew immediately what she meant but I didn't want to jump to conclusions so asked to watch what. She paused for a moment, almost not sure she wanted to cross that line but decided to tell me. She had been doing a lot of thinking about it and was more and more intrigued by watching - just watching - me get a blow job from my friend. 

My head was spinning. It could have been because, when I lick my wife's pussy, she likes to pull my face hard into her. I love it. I can't breathe very well but I love it. I slowly worked my way up beside her and asked her if she is serious. I wanted to make sure because, if she wanted it to happen, I will make it happen. 

We decided that the next time we go to our friend's city we will do it. We did have tickets for a play about 6 weeks later which gave me time to organize things. At this point I had climbed on top and started fucking my wife hard. Her pussy is very sensitive after she has had a few orgasms so she started moaning right away and, considering what we had been talking about and what we going to be doing I was amazed that I lasted a whole 30 seconds before I had to slip out of my wife and shoot my cum all over her tits. I had a lot of planning to do. 

I sent an email to my friend that night to let him know what the plans were to see if he was interested. I knew what the answer was going to be. As it turns out he had been talking to his wife about this fantasy and they figured that, if it ever happens, it would happen with only him there so my wife wouldn't feel uncomfortable. He was ecstatic. Pretty sure he was jerking off while replying as he was making a lot of spelling errors. We arranged the time not knowing exactly how to do it. 

Those six weeks took longer than the time leading up to Christmas when I was a kid. Finally we were heading into see the play. I had no idea what it was about and I can't even remember going. All I was thinking about was how the evening was going to play out. We had booked a fairly expensive room with a large glass enclosed shower and 2 bedrooms. 

The plan was for my friend and me to start in the main area with me sitting on the couch and him between my legs. The lights would be out except for a small candle across the room. Just enough light to see what we were doing but not too much to light up the room. My wife would come in from the bedroom and sit at the other end of the couch and watch. What ever happened after that would be what she was comfortable with. She would wear a long night shirt that had some nice easy access - just in case. 

As nervous as my friend and I were we knew that whatever happened, it would be great. He showed up at the hotel and went in to have a quick shower. We settled in on one end of the couch and he got between my legs lightly dragging his fingertips across my balls. I have always loved when my wife does this and it feels very good when a guy did it as well. I started getting hard and he then started kissing my balls licking them lightly before running the tip of his tongue up the length of my cock. 

Knowing that my wife would be coming out any second had my heart pumping. What seemed like an eternity I heard the door open but decided to not look up. I asked my friend just to concentrate on what he was doing and not look at my wife. I felt the cushions on the other end of the couch move and knew that she had settled in to watch. After a minute I looked over and could just make out my wife in the darkness. She was curled up on the couch with her knees to her chest looking both scared and fascinated. 

She didn't even notice me looking up focussing instead on what my friend was doing to me. I looked back between my legs and saw him looking over at my wife while sucking on the underside of my cock head. I could just see the candle light catch some pre-cum oozing out the head of my cock. I was in heaven. He then grabbed a hold of my dick... by this time I was hard as a rock...and slowly started jerking me off while licking the head of my dick. 

I had to stop him very soon as I was very close to cumming already. I didn't want it to end too quickly. I felt the couch move a bit and noticed that my wife had shifted her position to allow her access to her tits. Her night shirt is very thin and has a low front - she was gently running her finger tips over her beautiful nipples. They were very erect and, since my eyes have become accustomed to the darkness, I could clearly see them through the material. 




It's a Wonderful Life



Her breathing was becoming very slow and very deep. All the telltale signs that she is very turned on. My friend then got himself into a position, kneeling in front of me, where he could run his cock head on my balls and then along my dick. He grabbed both of ours in his one hand and stared jerking us both off. What an amazing feeling. 

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that my wife's hand was now between her legs playing with her pussy underneath her night shirt. Her focus never left what was going on between my legs. I felt that familiar tingle in my balls so had him stop what he was doing. Deciding to change the game plan and had my friend switch places with me. I knelt between his legs while watching my wife increase the frequency of her hand on her pussy. I ran my fingers over his cock and balls, feeling his heat and hardness. Wrapping my hand around his cock I started to slowly jerk it up and down - not wanting to finish him off too quickly. 

All 3 of us were at the edge of orgasm. I heard my wife's breathing stop as her fingers moved so fast over her clit that all I could see was a blur. She had one of the most intense orgasms of her life and my friend and I just watched ... entranced. We didn't want to break this spell but we couldn't hold off much longer. After a long minute she finally opened her eyes to watch us again. Her hand once again started moving against her pussy. 

As I knelt between his legs I moved forward so that I could rub my cock against his. Repeating what he had done and grabbed both of our dicks in my right hand and started thrusting against him. 

The pleasure was so intense that I had to close my eyes. At that moment I felt a hand move mine away and grab a hold of both of our hard cocks. My wife had decided that she was going to finish up both off at the same time. As she slowly stroked our dicks I continued thrusting against him, rubbing our balls together. I couldn't hold off any more and neither could he. I could feel his cock starting to stiffen more and knew that he was going to cum. That set me off. 

Within seconds of each other we shot a long stream of cum onto his stomach and chest, coming very close to landing on his chin. My orgasm seemed to last for a minute. I was dizzy from the intensity of it. After I came down from my high I looked over at my wife... The look in her eyes said it all. There was no embarrassment...only the wonderful feeling of experiencing something so intense. The room was quite now. She looked at my friend and very quietly all she asked was "What is your wife up to tomorrow night?"